Miles hated what he'd had to do to Cass - hated that he'd been the one to deliver the ultimatum, and hating that things would probably never be the same again.
Not wanting to be too miserable around Daphne, he'd kept quiet, spending the week paying the bills at the pub, getting the bills paid, and making sure that the new girls upstairs were settling in. So far there didn't seem to be any complaints - if anything - there was possibly a little better business above the bar.
But it gave him time to put on a brave face for Daphne and the boys, not wanting to give them any more worries. Daphne had enough to worry about now.
He was just finishing off the ledgers when he heard Daphne's voice. Looking up, he saw the grin on her face and smirked. His plan was obviously working, as she looked positively unconcerned by such dire worries.
"Never to busy for a beautiful woman." He stood and stretched, the long hours in the chair taking their toll. "How are you?" he asked warmly. "And how's the youngest Bletchley?"