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      And then…Sebastian moved in to sit quietly beside her and, without saying a word, he touched her arm gently. Quickly opening her eyes, she saw that he was offering her his handkerchief and she took it from him, touching her face with it briefly. He looked down at her quizzically.

      ‘These places can get to you, can’t they?’ he said unexpectedly.

      ‘Oh…they make you feel so small, so insignificant, so…pointless, somehow,’ she replied with a small smile.

      He was still looking at her, and his expression had softened as she spoke. ‘I think it’s high time I bought you some lunch. Come on. You’ve done enough soliloquizing.’

      He took her arm and drew her to her feet. ‘I’ve had a very successful morning,’ he whispered cheerfully. ‘All problems laid to rest.’

      She smiled up at him quickly, glad to be brought back down to earth. ‘Oh, that’s great,’ she said, automatically thinking that whatever the ‘problems’ were, they would undoubtedly have been solved to his advantage. It would take a very strong person—whoever he was—to get the better of Sebastian Conway.

      ‘We’re going to eat at a very special inn—one that my sister and I have visited several times,’ he said, as they arrived outside, ‘but we mustn’t overdo it because Pat’s cooking for us later, remember.’

      And it was special, Fleur thought as they entered. It had a robust atmosphere but it was obviously a well-run and welcoming place. They found a convenient corner table by a window and, while Sebastian was ordering some drinks at the bar, Fleur gazed outside at the busy streets, the comings and goings of passers-by. She felt almost dizzy with contentment as she glanced over at Sebastian’s lean, athletic figure, the handsome head held high, and suddenly he glanced back at her and their eyes met in a way that she would remember for a long time. Then he came back with a lemonade for her and a lager for himself, and handed her the menu.

      ‘I recommend the crab sandwiches,’ he said, ‘which are very generous and served with an amazing salad…but if you want anything cooked, then the steak and beer pie is equally wonderful, though somewhat filling.’

      Fleur smiled up at him. ‘Crab sandwiches will suit me very well,’ she said happily.

      When the food came, it was absolutely delicious and after she’d finished it Fleur unashamedly ran a forefinger around her plate to mop up the last bit of the dressing. ‘Yummy,’ she said softly, looking up at him gratefully. ‘Thank you.’

      Yummy was a word he might have used to describe her, he thought. Why did she look so good in everything she wore, and why did those soft eyes with that occasional lazy blink affect him every time…? For crying out loud, this was a Monday morning in early January, he’d just sat through nearly three hours of an important business meeting, and yet all that was consuming his interest was the beautiful woman sitting opposite him. He pulled himself together. She was going home next week, and she’d be out of his life. Why waste his feelings on a ship that would pass in the night? Or waste his feelings on any woman? He’d already made his mind up about that—and he seldom, if ever, changed his mind about important issues. It was not in his nature.

      After their meal they wandered back to the car and Sebastian drove them home—much more slowly than he would have done if he had been alone. He’d enjoyed himself much, much more than he could have imagined. Enjoyed being with Fleur. And when he’d thrown out the invitation to take her with him to Truro, he’d only really done it to satisfy Mia.

      ‘Oh, I forgot something! Can you…is there…?’ Fleur interrupted his thoughts.

      He turned and looked at her briefly. ‘Why—what is it? What have you forgotten?’

      She tutted to herself, irritated. ‘I wanted to buy some little gift for Pat—and her mother,’ she said. ‘Going into the cathedral pushed everything else out of my mind. I meant to do it later. They’ve both been so kind to me,’ she added.

      ‘No worries,’ he said easily. ‘Do you know what you want to buy?’

      ‘Haven’t a clue,’ she admitted.

      ‘Well, we’ll be passing a very good garden centre in a mile or so, and they’ve got splendid little gifts.’ He smiled faintly. ‘Beryl will very much appreciate a bottle of dry sherry, so don’t worry about her. There’s plenty of the stuff at home and you can have one of our bottles. And I’m sure you’ll see something for Pat.’

      Stopping at the garden centre, a very pretty hand-painted ceramic watering can, mainly for indoor plants, was decided upon and, as the assistant wrapped it carefully in tissue, Fleur looked up at Sebastian. ‘If Pat never actually uses this, it’ll look lovely as an ornament, won’t it?’ she said.

      ‘Oh, she’ll use it,’ he said. ‘Pat likes nice things around her. She’s a wizard with anything that grows. And she’ll like it especially because you’ve given it to her.’

      As they neared Pengarroth Hall, Fleur suddenly thought of something else she’d forgotten! To tell him of the non-existent phone call asking her to come back early…She’d been so enjoying herself, it had completely slipped her mind. It would seem odd to mention it now, she thought. Never mind—she’d invent the message for later on, when she and Sebastian had been apart for a while.

      When they got home, Pat was already back in harness in the kitchen and, after staying around for a few minutes to make enquiries about Beryl, Fleur went upstairs to her room. She realized that she was feeling quite tired and, with the last of the daylight filtering in through the curtains, she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Just for a few minutes, she thought. Well, she was on holiday, wasn’t she, and being lazy was allowed.

      It was the ringing of the doorbell which woke her a whole two hours later, she saw, as she glanced at the bedside clock. It was pitch-black outside and she’d been asleep for two hours! She hadn’t heard that bell since the arrival of Mia’s friends on Christmas Eve. Not many visitors came to Pengarroth Hall, obviously.

      She jumped out of bed quickly, deciding that today she’d have a long, leisurely bath rather than a shower.

      For a full half hour she luxuriated thoughtfully in the expensive bubbles. She’d had quite long enough to make up her mind that she was definitely going home the day after tomorrow. She did not want the feelings she had about her host to trouble her common sense for a moment longer…She needed to get back to work! But first, if Beryl really was well enough to receive visitors, she’d go up to their cottage for afternoon tea tomorrow, as they’d arranged. Pat had reminded her about it when they’d come back earlier. But after that, it would be Goodbye Pengarroth Hall!

      Fleur smiled to herself as she brushed out her freshly-shampooed hair in long sweeping strokes, feeling bright and light-hearted. Apart from last night’s ridiculous episode, she’d slept brilliantly the whole time she’d been here, and eaten even more so, thanks to the hospitality of Pat and her host. Her host! How could she ever think of Sebastian as that, now? He would have to rank as one of her friends, surely—a friend she would keep in casual contact with, and perhaps meet up with once a year—or once every two years! She knew the saying that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’, but she also knew that absence from anyone, or anything, would eventually dull the appetite to the point where it was no longer important, no longer needed. And that was exactly what must happen here. She liked Sebastian, a lot—she may even have fallen in love with him, just a little, she acknowledged ruefully—but she was also too wary of his type to endanger her future. Her future was already mapped out. And it did not include the Sebastian Conways of this world.

      As this was to be her penultimate evening here, she decided to make an effort in the dress department, choosing the only skirt she’d brought with her—a three-quarter length swirly number in midnight-blue. It went perfectly with her fine, loose pearly top, especially when she pulled her hair back into a French pleat. She looked at herself in the mirror, hoping that she hadn’t overdone it, because she knew it was a glamorous ensemble. Then she shrugged.

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