He’d decided that if she didn’t appear he would be round at the cottage next door immediately to check up on her, but not until then because he felt that in his eagerness to have her under his roof the night before he might have overdone it. He would be concerned for anyone who had escaped what could have been a very serious fall and might be suffering from the after-effects of the incident, but this was Libby, blonde, beautiful and the most caring person he’d ever known. He was really getting to know her at last and liking it more than he could have ever believed he would. He’d only moved away from the window for a moment to give Toby his cereal and when he turned back she was there, crossing the short distance that separated the two cottages from the practice building, wearing a blue dress that enhanced her golden fairness and clung to her slender curves as if it was moulded on them. It was very different from the plain suits she wore during surgery hours, but she was doing the harvest thing this morning and must have decided that the children should see her in something less sombre while she was in their midst.
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