“Just be careful,” Bianca said quietly, “I wouldn’t like to see you getting hurt.”
The conversation was getting all too serious now so I mischievously brought up her Garda guy. He was older and usually only met her late at night..
“So, what about your Garda fella? Still on the radar?”
“Oh, the less said about that, the better.”
Tony couldn’t help but chip in.
“No booty call so?”
“Would you fuck off?” she replied to our laughter.
With our cappuccinos and scones finished it was time to make the short trip back to the office.
It did give me pause for thought. Was I just setting up myself for a world of pain?
What sort of life could I offer her anyway?
I need not have worried, I still had a few hours of scrolling through spreadsheets to look forward to.
Later that evening as I relaxed in front of the television I texted Lizzie.
- So what are you up to?
- L: Working late. Hope you are good x
- Yeah, I’m grand. What do you work as anyway?
- L: Trainee solicitor.
- What a clever girl. Better try to keep hold of you. Lots of dosh lol
- L: I will probably be replaced by AI any day now lol
- Thinking of you a lot xx
- L: Coming to see you next Sat. Arrive at 2 pm. Meet at your house. That ok?
- Excellent xxx
My heart throbbed. She was coming.
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