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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. Margaret Dickinson
  3. Dedication page
  4. Contents
  5. Part One
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Part Two
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. Twenty-Two
  29. Twenty-Three
  30. Twenty-Four
  31. Twenty-Five
  32. Twenty-Six
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Sow the Seed
  50. Note
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. Copyright page

‘ . . . Kate, we must meet. I shall be attending a big meeting in Grantham the week after next. If you’re still the new CO’s driver, you should be bringing him . . .’

Kate closed her eyes and groaned. She had dreaded something like this happening. Now he was going to find out she had left the WAAFs and, most probably, why! But if he had to know, then he should hear it from her, and not from any other garbled source.

‘ . . . We could meet on the Wednesday about four, at the station, if you could manage it? Philip suggested.

‘Heavens!’ Kate murmured, as she turned over his letter and re-read the date. ‘That’s only the day after tomorrow.’

Her mind worked feverishly. She’d have to find a way to go and meet him. Now she knew he wanted to see her again, she would have to tell him about his baby daughter. ‘Oh dear,’ she agonized. ‘I hope I’m doing the right thing.’

Luckily for Kate, Wednesday was the day when Peggy, on her half-day off from work, took complete charge of Ella. ‘Much as you love her,’ Peggy had told Kate from the very first week, ‘you need a break. Besides,’ she had smiled down tenderly at the infant, ‘I want her to myself for just a few hours . . .’

So on Wednesdays, Kate was free to wander into town, to shop, to go to the cinema, or even to go home to Fleethaven Point if she had wanted. Thank goodness Philip had suggested a Wednesday, she thought; she didn’t even need to tell Mrs Godfrey or Peggy where she was going . . .

The biting February wind whipped along the platform as she waited for him, pulling her coat around her. Then suddenly there he was, striding towards her, and she felt tears prickle her eyes at the sight of his tall, lean figure. He grasped her hands in his, enveloping her cold hands in his huge warm grasp. ‘Kate . . .’ he whispered. ‘Oh my dear, don’t cry.’

She tried to laugh through the tears she could no longer hide. How could she explain, so quickly, that she was still a little emotional after the birth of her daughter? Their daughter.

Philip tucked her hand through his arm. ‘Come on – let’s see if we can find the famous British Restaurant,’ he said, trying to make her laugh. ‘How have you been? How are things at the station? I want to hear everything that’s been going on since I left.’