She smiled gently at him. ‘Thank you.’ They picked up clothes which Jo carried, he grabbed his case, and they walked up stairs together. The house...was a lovely old Victorian terrace with high ceilings and a gracious staircase wide enough for two. Her bedroom had the bay window at the front, polished wooden floorboards, brightly coloured rugs that your feet sank into, and a beautiful old bed that looked about the size of a small field. ‘Jo, it’s beautiful, and I love the bed.’ Jo dumped the. He flicked the visor up. Such dark blue eyes."Really?" I tried to play it off. "It's just the... weather. Hot summer and all that."His gaze dropped to my neck and then chest briefly."Oh, it's definitely scorchin' in here." He winked and removed the helmet. "I need water to cool down."I shifted self-consciously with a desire to straighten my hair and clothes. Was this man flirting with me? Not seriously. A man like that always had a beautiful girlfriend. "Cole Stanton." Warm fingers enclosed. She was in no way embarrassed to what we had just done but the opposite by greeting me with a long smouldering kiss. She dressed in the most sexiest lacy bra and panties with black tight leggings that made her fanny lips part and finished off with a long jumper type wool dress, the type you can stick your hands up with ease. “I’ll go and put the meat in and start dinner”When I came down dressed we were like two young lovers, kissing and fooling about, I think this outfit of hers was picked. All she had seen was the terror and not the reasons behind it.He continued, “I remember when she said her first word. It was ‘mama’ and not ‘dada.’ I knew that the first word was always ‘mama,’ but I had hoped that it would be ‘dada.’ I was still proud of her. Maybe I didn’t show it, but I was.“I remember the day when she took her first steps. It was the day that I realized that she was becoming a real person with her own personality and style. I watched her, imagining she was running around.