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      A couple of hours later, Danniella squinted up at the row of pastel-coloured Victorian five-storey terraced properties on Sea View Drive, then turned to look down the cliff gardens and at the North Sea beyond. Aidan’s flat was in the blue building: Cobalt House.

      ‘Danniella?’ A tall dark-haired man, probably in his late-twenties, appeared in the doorway at the top of a flight of stone steps.

      ‘Yes. Aidan?’

      ‘That’s me. Come on up.’

      He shook Danniella’s hand as she reached the top, held the door open for her, then indicated that she should follow him up the stairs. ‘The flat’s empty. A friend was renting it but he’s relocated to New York with work, as you do. It happened so fast that I haven’t had time to look for a new tenant. If you like the place, your timing’s impeccable.’

      ‘Are all the flats rented?’ Danniella asked.

      ‘It’s a mix but I know all the neighbours and can give you the full lowdown later if you want.’

      ‘Yes, please, if you don’t mind.’

      ‘So, what do you do?’ Aidan asked. ‘Mum said it’s something to do with writing.’

      ‘I’m a proofreader and copy editor. Mainly crime or thrillers but I work with some romance writers too.’

      ‘That’s a bit of a contrast.’

      ‘True, but when the body count gets a bit high, it’s good to have some light relief.’

      He unlocked number six and they stepped into a light hallway with stairs ahead of them. She widened her eyes, not expecting a duplex.

      ‘There’s a video intercom system there.’ Aidan pointed to the technology by the door. ‘The lounge is to the right and the kitchen’s to the left.’

      Danniella walked towards the huge bay window in the lounge, taking in the sweeping views from the Sea Rescue Sanctuary in the north round to the castle in the south. ‘It’s stunning.’

      ‘It’s not too shabby, is it?’ Aidan said, the pride in his voice obvious. ‘Kitchen?’

      She reluctantly tore her gaze away from the window and crossed the landing to the kitchen.

      ‘It was re-fitted in February,’ he said.

      The high gloss cream units, cranberry-coloured range cooker, and real wood worktops and flooring were unexpected in an old property. It was exactly to her taste, not that she’d have cared if it had been decked out in seventies’ Formica; the security arrangements had met the fourth requirement that she hadn’t mentioned to Lorraine. It was safe.

      They ascended the stairs. ‘There’s a bathroom through there and a separate shower room. Two of the bedrooms are the same size so it depends on whether you want a sea or park view.’ He pointed to another door. ‘Third bedroom. Smaller, but still a good size.’

      Danniella ran her hands through her hair and shook her head. Damn! And it had been going so well. ‘Sorry, but I think three bedrooms will take me over my budget.’

      Aidan smiled. ‘You might be surprised.’

      Wrinkling her nose, she told him what she’d hoped to pay. ‘There’s some leeway, but not much.’

      ‘Then we’re good,’ he said. ‘Steve paid £20 a month more than your ideal. If you can match that, it’s yours.’

      ‘I can, but are you sure?’

      ‘Mum’s a good judge of character and she rates you. No pets, non-smoker, tidy, pays on time. You sound like a dream tenant, so you’d be doing me a favour. Bedrooms?’

      Stepping into the master bedroom, Danniella turned on the spot, taking in the stylish cream shabby-chic bed, wardrobe, drawers and dressing table. ‘I love it. You’ve got good taste, Aidan.’

      He smiled. ‘I can’t take credit for it. The flat and furniture belonged to my wife.’

      ‘Belonged?’

      ‘She died in a car crash three years ago.’

      Car accident? Danniella felt the ground shift beneath her and the blood rush from her head. She grabbed hold of the door to steady herself. Don’t faint. Don’t be sick. Please. A few deep gulps of air helped slow her racing heart.

      Aidan had stepped out onto the balcony and, thankfully, didn’t appear to have noticed her reaction. ‘There’s a table and a couple of chairs out here,’ he called. ‘Perfect for morning coffee.’

      By the time he stepped back into the bedroom, she’d managed to compose herself. ‘I’m sorry about your wife. That must have been tough.’

      ‘Thank you. It was but Elizabeth was terminally ill so we were expecting it. The accident made it a little sooner, but only by a couple of weeks, if that.’

      Imagine knowing your spouse was going to die and preparing for that, only for them to be killed ahead of their time? One of those scenarios was bad enough, but how could someone even begin to recover from both?

      Looking at the bed in the second bedroom, it struck her that nobody would ever sleep in it. No family. No friends. Nobody. This was it. This was her life from now on. Sadness enveloping her, she followed Aidan out and closed the door.

      ‘I didn’t ask you what you do,’ she said.

      ‘Similar field to you. I’m a travel writer. No dead bodies, though, unless you count the occasional unwanted cockroach.’

      She probably wouldn’t see much of Aidan once she’d settled in but, if she did, at least she could steer conversations towards work; anything to avoid talking about the past. Or death.

      ‘Why don’t I leave you to look round on your own?’ Aidan said. ‘I’ve got some calls to make so I’ll meet you outside.’

      He disappeared down the stairs and Danniella headed for the small balcony off the first bedroom. Leaning against the metal railings, she closed her eyes and gulped in the salty air. Gulls squawked overhead, the occasional engine revved, and she could just make out the

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