Carole scurried up Tom’s front path and then through the gate and towards her door. As she fumbled the house key from her pocket, Tom waved from his doorstep then disappeared back inside.
The cool air of the living room was welcome after the sunshine of Tom’s garden and the heated moment they’d shared.
If it even was a moment. Was it possible that she’d imagined it?
Yes, that really was a distinct possibility. The blazing sunshine, the sugary jolt from the cookies she’d eaten, the lack of sleep, and the lingering after effects of the shock she’d felt last night when she’d watched her poor father being knocked over and badly hurt… all those things had simply scrambled her brains.
She pulled her phone from her pocket and flicked through the wedding photos until she came to the one of her and Tom dancing together, eyes only for each other.
It was a gorgeous photo, capturing a magical moment, and as she stared at it Carole remembered the sensation of Tom’s hands on her hips as she’d swayed in his arms.
She sighed and flicked the photos closed.
You’re imagining things. It was just a fun moment at a wedding, nothing more and nothing less. You ought to remember that and get a grip before he comes for dinner next week, unless you want to make a total prat of yourself.
With this thought ringing in her head, Carole threw herself into the things that needed to be done before the working week started again tomorrow morning.
