Sod work and all the little thorns scattered on the floor there – whether to tell everyone that Fran was off the team, having to find someone to replace her, Jamie even existing – he was on a trajectory that led only to Fran’s bungalow.His conversation with her the previous evening seemed unreal. Why had he just stood there and let her stop him talking? Well, this morning he wasn’t going to be put off. He parked his car by the hedge and fumbled pressing the button to lock it.While he was confident enough to think he stood a chance with Fran, he wasn’t so sure of himself that he could imagine what might happen next. In his imagination, he’d only got as far as taking her face between his hands and kissing her.He didn’t even bother with the front door today, and as he rounded the side of the bungalow, he rehearsed in his head how he might begin: ‘I know you said yesterday about not having the conversation right now, but is twelve hours later, later enough for you?’He guessed at this time of the morning, she’d be in the kitchen.
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