Her mobile buzzed in her pocket and she grabbed at it quickly, anxious not to disturb the sleeping man. It was a text from her best friend.
Hi Kimmie. Is there any chance you could mind the kids for an hour after school today? I fancy going for a swim.
Good luck with that, thought Kim.
Sorry, she texted back, can’t help at the moment, bit tied up right now. She pressed <send> but immediately felt mean. Maybe tomorrow?
Always assuming she’d managed to sort out something with her unexpected visitor.
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