Sara bit her lip, knowing she had hurt him. ‘I did enjoy tonight, and I—I’m sorry if I embarrassed you with my enthusiasm. I didn’t mean to.’
Eddie sighed. ‘You didn’t. You were a success, you know you were. Maybe that’s why I’m so annoyed—I was jealous of half the men there tonight.’
Sara relaxed somewhat, back on territory she could handle. ‘You had no need to be. I always remember who took me on my date, and I always make a point of leaving with that person.’
‘So it’s still on for tomorrow, if Aunt Susan and Uncle Arthur don’t have any other plans for you? And this time I’ll take you somewhere I can have you all to myself.’
She wasn’t so sure his single-minded interest was a good thing. She would be going back to the States soon, two or three weeks at the most, and it wouldn’t do for Eddie to become involved with her, not deeply involved. When she got back home she intended concentrating exclusively on her career, there would be no time for romantic involvement.
‘Sara?’ Eddie prompted.
‘I—er—What did you have in mind?’
He shrugged. ‘A meal and then on to a club?’
‘It sounds lovely,’ she accepted, deciding she could deal with Eddie’s interest in her if and when it started to become serious. She liked him, he was fun, and there could be no harm in them going out together. ‘What time shall I be ready?’
‘Oh, about eight.’ He stopped the car outside the house.
‘Like to come in for coffee?’ she invited.
‘Not tonight, thanks. If I know Aunt Susan and Uncle Arthur they’ll have gone to bed long ago, and I wouldn’t want to disturb them. You’d better ask them for a door key for tomorrow, we could be late.’
‘Not too late, I hope,’ Sara frowned. ‘I need my beauty sleep,’ she added lightly.
‘I hadn’t noticed,’ he teased.
She smiled. ‘I really don’t want to be too late. I—I don’t keep late hours any more.’ Since leaving the hospital she had taken life at a slow pace, retiring early and rising late.
‘Okay,’ Eddie sighed. ‘I’ll have you home by midnight—Cinderella. But I should still ask for a key, they’re usually in bed by ten.’
She knew that, and for the last two nights she had done the same thing. ‘I’ll ask,’ she promised. ‘And thanks once again for tonight, I had a great time.’
‘Enough of a great time to kiss me goodnight?’
She leant forward and kissed him lightly on the mouth. ‘Goodnight,’ she called before hurrying into the house.
They had both been wrong; their aunt and uncle weren’t in bed at all, they were still in the lounge.
‘But it’s still worrying,’ Aunt Susan could be heard insisting.
‘You’re worrying over nothing,’ her husband chided her. ‘Just forget about it, it didn’t mean a thing.’
‘But, Arthur—’
‘Susan!’ he said sternly. ‘I think I just heard Sara come in, so let’s just drop the subject.’
Sara shrugged to herself, coughing to let them know of her presence. Her mother and stepfather often had minor arguments, but they usually passed within a day or so, and she felt sure things were no different between her aunt and uncle, the middle-aged couple seemed very happy together.
‘Did you have a nice time, dear?’ her aunt asked as she came into the room.
‘Lovely,’ she nodded agreement.
‘Going out with him again?’ Uncle Arthur eyed her over the top of his horn-rimmed glasses.
Sara blushed. ‘Tomorrow.’
‘Hear that, Susan?’ he turned to his wife. ‘Before you know it we’ll have a wedding on our hands.’
‘Arthur!’ she warned.
‘I’m not getting married for years yet, Uncle Arthur,’ Sara told him hastily. ‘I’m only twenty, almost twenty-one.’
‘Susan and I had already been married two years by that time.’
‘It was different when we were young, Arthur,’ his wife chided. ‘There’s so much for young people to do nowadays, places to see, that they don’t want to tie themselves down to marriage too young.’