'I haven't asked you if you're married,' I asked, eventually, although I'd checked out her wedding ring finger and it was bare; in fact she wore no jewellery at all, and just a hint of makeup. She didn't need much with her colouring. 'I suppose I thought if you were married you wouldn't have come for a coffee,' I added.

'I'm divorced,' she said, 'a long time ago.' She gave me a level gaze. 'And you're single?'

'Yes, I'm single,' I confirmed.

'Can I ask why you wanted to have a coffee with me?' Abigail's face was serious. 'I mean you're a lawyer and I stack shelves in a DIY...