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letting them know. Maggie, however, was home. She sat at the table, nursing a mug of raspberry leaf tea, with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.
    “So who was he?” she asked as Leah grabbed the packet of bacon out of the fridge, dropping it on the kitchen sideboard while she searched for a frying pan. Despite the massive breakfast Ty had fed her, she was famished. “I know you weren’t at Yvonne’s. She rang to speak to you and say she was sorry for being such a crap friend.”
    “Just someone from work.” Leah dripped oil into the pan and switched on the hob, waiting for it to sizzle before adding three rashers. “Want some?”
    “No thanks.” Maggie held her hand up and shook her head. “It’s like the closer I get to giving birth, the worse my morning sickness is getting. I’m pretty sure the books say it’s only supposed to last the first trimester. Bet they were written by a man…” The rest of her moan trailed into oblivion as Leah flipped the bacon and let the smell of grease and the sound of popping fat fill her senses.
    With a sandwich made, and a lukewarm coffee in hand, Leah went into the living room, slumping into the sofa and reaching for the remote. She sank into the dark gray cushions and let out a satisfied groan as comfort took over. Picking up half the sandwich, she took a bite, savoring the delicious taste of meat swirling around her mouth. Ty was right about one thing—she could never be vegetarian.
    The TV screen broke into a flash of color as the news played out in front of her. She didn’t pay any attention to the background noise. Instead she picked up her mobile and contemplated sending him a text. It had only been an hour or two since she’d last seen him, but her insides were tugging with a longing she hadn’t felt in a while.
    Her thoughts stayed with Ty after she’d finished her brunch and the news had changed into a cookery show. Maggie was doing what she called ‘nesting’, which to Leah meant she was being OCD about the housework.
    Ty intrigued her. As much as she moaned at her students about using clichés, there was something magnetic about her attraction to him. He had pulled her in the moment she’d met him. It hadn’t been love at first sight or anything as slushy as that, but it was most definitely lust.
    “So?” Maggie asked, sitting next to her with a mug of hot water. A slice of lemon floated on the top, threatening to disperse its seeds as well as its juice. “Who is he? I want details.”
    Leah rolled her eyes and stood to take her plate and mug into the kitchen.
    “Is he a teacher?” Maggie called after her.
    “No,” Leah replied, walking back into the lounge. “He’s a…” She thought for a moment about how to describe his job. He’d insisted he was only a caretaker at the school, but she thought that he could be so much more than that. “He does odds and sods around the school,” she said, trying to dismiss her sister’s prying ways.
    “Like what?”
    “You know…” Leah shrugged. “Fixes things. Does all the high bits that nobody else can reach.”
    “So he’s a caretaker,” Maggie surmised with a disapproving raised eyebrow.
    “I guess. Don’t look at me like that! He’s not just a caretaker, and why does it matter what he does anyway? He has a job. It shouldn’t matter what that job is.”
    “No, no, I agree.” Maggie nodded and pursed her lips. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. You always tend to attract more…affluent men.”
    “If you’re talking about prick-features, I think we both know how that ended and it was probably a warning sign. Money equals disaster. Ty is…” She exhaled a nasal breath. “Different.”
    Maggie smirked. “As long as you’re happy and staying safe.”
    “I am, and I appreciate the worry. Ty is nice. And fit. It’s not like I’m looking for a husband.”
    “The bookworm and the caretaker.” Maggie chuckled. “Sounds like the title of a good novel. Are you seeing him