‘It was just lunch.’
He offered no more, for he had already told her more than he should. Yet deep down he knew she wouldn’t have told anyone his potential news. He’d never have shared it with her otherwise.
Richard hadn’t expected to be as impressed as he was by the private hospital set-up. The hours were far fewer, though he could take on more if he chose, and he would have considerably more annual leave.
‘It would be a step up—a big one.’
‘A step back too,’ Freya said. ‘From the pace here.’
It wasn’t a criticism. She looked at him and could see his exhaustion, and then she looked down at the pile of cereal with which he fuelled his day.
She looked up again, at the closed look on his face, and knew she should not have come over. It wasn’t just their rosters that had kept them apart. He was politely avoiding her.
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