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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

It was funny, he thought, as he stood there unsure what to say, he had always thought her attractive, but now dressed in decent clothes and with the glow of a mother-to-be about her she was beautiful and he suddenly realised that he had missed her.

He sat down heavily on the nearest chair just as Mrs Carter entered the room. Amber, she noticed immediately, was gripping the back of a chair and looked as though she could have been facing an opponent in a boxing ring. Placing the tray down, she asked, ‘Is this man bothering you, my dear? Would you like me to ask him to leave?’ She had become very fond and protective of Amber and had no intention of allowing anyone to upset her, especially now she was so close to giving birth.

‘No . . . it’s all right, Mrs Carter. This man is Mr Greenwood, he is— was my employer and I was just surprised to see him, that’s all.’

‘I see. Then would you like me to stay?’

Amber shook her head. ‘No . . . thank you. I’m sure Mr Greenwood won’t be stayin’ for long.’

‘Very well, I shall be just along the corridor if you should need me.’ Mrs Carter shot the visitor a scathing look as she swept out of the room in a rustle of stiff cotton petticoats.

‘So, would you like some tea afore you go?’ Amber asked shortly. It seemed rude not to offer and now she was curious to find out why he had come.

‘I, er . . . yes, yes that would be very nice, thank you.’ Barnaby yanked at the collar of his shirt and watched as she waddled across to the tray and strained the tea into two china cups before adding milk and sugar.

She handed him his cup and saucer, and after taking a seat again she asked bluntly, ‘So why have yer come, Mr Greenwood? An’ how did you know where I was?’

‘In answer to your second question, your brother told me that you were caring for your sick uncle in Scarborough. And in answer to the first, I suppose I came to try and ease my conscience and apologise to you. I realise that I behaved shamefully towards you and I just wish that I could turn the clock back. I came to reimburse you for lost wages and to tell you that your job is still waiting for you when you wish to return. And, of course, to also assure you that I shall never act in such an ungentlemanly manner towards you again so you need have no fear.’

‘Huh!’ Amber tossed her head, her glorious tawny eyes gleaming in the sun that poured in through the window. ‘Well, you’ve done it now but I don’t want your money, Mr Greenwood, and I can assure you I shall never work for you again.’