There was tenderness, obvious love. He had never spoken to her like that, even when they had been close as teenagers. But Alice grudgingly had to admit that they had been much younger then. Their capacity for emotions might not have been limited but their ability to express them certainly had been.‘It’ll be nice to meet your daughter,’ she said, hoping that her voice didn’t betray exactly what she was feeling. Not that she was quite sure herself what she felt. Surely not jealousy? She decided to change the subject. ‘Where are we going? You don’t live in your parents’ old house, do you?’He shook his head. ‘I wanted to get a bit out of town but be handy. So I bought a place and spent far too much money on having it renovated. But now I love it. Wait and see, I think you’ll love it too.’As he spoke they turned off the main road—not that it was a main road by London standards—and onto something much more narrow. There was only space for one vehicle, with the occasional passing place.
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