Chapter 2
I looked after the older kids, the ones who were almost ready for pre-school, and Poppy was in my class this year. She was a sweet kid, just turned three. Dark-haired, pretty, and really, really chatty, so I knew all about her not having a mummy. Her dad was called Alec. He was a banker, but hey, we all have our flaws. And he looked good in his pinstripe suits; lean and fit. I guessed he ran—he wasn’t bulky like a gym-bunny, although there was a very nice breadth to those shoulders. Every now and then, we’d get talking when he came to pick his kid up, and each time I’d think, maybe he might be interested—but I’d never had the nerve to try to find out.