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of Redminster as patrons,’ Grace added with a smile in her voice.

      ‘That’s a fantastic idea,’ Emma said, feeling a real buzz of excitement now. It was exactly what she needed today: a chance to escape from the house and take her mind off Jack for a while.

      ‘I don’t suppose you’re free today to come with me, are you?’ she asked her friend. ‘We could go for a coffee afterwards.’

      It would be lovely to spend some time in Grace’s easy company. She desperately needed to do something normal feeling after the craziness of the last couple of days.

      ‘I’d love to,’ Grace said. ‘I’ve just finished work so I can meet you there in half an hour.’

      ‘Fantastic,’ Emma said with a grateful sigh. ‘I’ll see you there.’

      * * *

      They spent a happy half-hour looking around the hotel, with Emma making copious notes on things that inspired her, then chatting it all over with Grace over large mugs of cream-topped hot chocolate in a nearby café afterwards, sitting next to a large Scandinavian-style Christmas tree hung with silvery white snowflakes, quirky wooden reindeer and red felt hearts.

      It was lovely spending time with just Grace on her own for once and they discovered to their delight just how much their tastes aligned. It turned out Grace wasn’t a fan of the pure white and chrome interior look that Emma had teased Jack about either.

      ‘That must be tough,’ she said, as her friend finished a diatribe about the hotel where she was currently working, which felt so clinical she was continually transported back to the months she’d spent visiting her grandmother in hospital before cancer finally took her from her.

      ‘Your house is going to look wonderful when you’re finished,’ Grace said, changing the subject and shaking off the air of sadness that had fallen over her at the mention of her beloved grandmother—the woman, Emma knew, who had been more like a mother to Grace.

      She was perpetually impressed by the strength and tenacity that Grace showed to the world, despite having had such a tough start in life.

      ‘What a fantastic opportunity to showcase your skills as a designer too,’ her friend said. ‘Hey, do you think it’s something you’d be interested in pursuing as a career?’

      Giving Grace a smile, she shrugged non-committally, but felt a tug of something akin to excitement deep in her belly. She’d always loved art and design at school and had done both a graphic design and business night class recently in the hope she’d be able to apply her artistic bent to a job in the future. Fortuitously, the classes had given her a set of skills to be able to make up mood boards on a computer, put together cost sheets and even do some technical drawing, which would no doubt prove very useful for this project.

      While she’d been paying off her father’s debts she hadn’t allowed herself to think about what else she could be doing with her life, but now she was getting so close to reconciling them it really was time to think about the next steps. As much as she loved working for Clio at the Maids in Chelsea agency, she’d be very happy for her long-term career to take another direction. One that didn’t involve toadying to people who made an art form of peering down their noses at the hired help. She’d probably have to go to college and get proper qualifications if she wanted to pursue something like interior design, which she’d need to save up for, but it was a worthy goal to aim for.

      It would be a good way to safeguard a more settled future for herself.

      After losing everything she had once already, she never wanted to be in a position where she was at risk of that happening again. No way was she going to rely on someone else to keep her afloat.

      Pushing away a concern about how this fed into her muddled feelings regarding her relationship with Jack, she turned her attention back to her friend.

      ‘Thanks so much for today, Grace, it’s been really useful. Now all I have to do is get out there and make it happen.’

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      TO HER DISAPPOINTMENT, Emma didn’t see much of Jack over the next ten days. For the first couple of them his work took him into his office in the City at a totally unreasonable hour in the morning and kept him there until well after Emma had dragged herself to bed in the evenings. Though to be fair, she was crashing out early after long, intense days of researching and planning the new design scheme for the downstairs of the house.

      On the odd occasion when she did see him their conversations were stilted and tended to focus on the practicalities of living together, with him excusing himself before she had chance to ask him anything of a personal nature.

      Seeing the place in total disarray on Friday night when he returned from work, Jack had then suddenly announced he was flying off to Italy for a few days to meet with a business acquaintance, though she suspected he was deliberately making himself scarce—partly to avoid having to live in what felt very much like a building site, but mostly to avoid having to be around her all weekend.

      This thought made her stomach twist with a mixture of sadness and dejection. She’d really hoped that her confession in the pub garden would bring them closer, but instead it seemed to have driven even more of a wedge between them, crushing any hope she’d once had of a reconciliation.

      So it was actually a relief in a way to have this huge project to take her mind off things.

      With the contacts that she and her friends from the agency had managed to scrape together between them, she’d hired a talented, hard-working team and less than two weeks on she barely recognised the place. Luckily it had only needed cosmetic changes—though old, the house had been kept in good condition—and they’d been achieved with the minimum of fuss.

      She’d not had so much fun at work in a very long time.

      The new furniture was sourced from a couple of funky little independent shops on Columbia Road, which suited the brighter, more contemporary palette of colours she’d chosen for the walls and flooring. While it wasn’t up to Daphne’s standards of wow factor, she was delighted with the end result.

      It was a much more relaxing, comfortable place to hang out in now.

      When Jack returned a couple of days before they were due to do the interview with Perdita she stood nervously in the living room with him, crossing her fingers as he stared around him with an expression of pure amazement on his face.

      ‘Well, Em, I think you’ve found your calling. This is fantastic!’ he said finally, turning to give her a wide, genuine smile.

      Her heart lurched at the sight of his pleasure, the tension in her shoulders fading away.

      ‘Not a woodchip to be seen,’ she joked, feeling her tummy flip when he grinned back at her.

      ‘You’ve done an amazing job, thank you,’ he said, walking over to where she stood.

      Seeing him here again, with his hair dishevelled and dark smudges under his eyes, had sent her senses into overdrive and she was having a hard time keeping her nerves under wraps.

      ‘I’m glad you like it. I had a real blast working on it,’ she said, having to force herself to maintain eye contact so he wouldn’t see how jittery she was feeling in his charismatic presence.

      ‘I can tell. It shows,’ he said, looking at her with a strange expression now. Was that pride she could see in his eyes?

      Prickly heat rushed over her skin as they both stared at each other for a long, tension-filled moment.

      Jack broke the atmosphere by clearing his throat. ‘Well, I’m going to go and check in with the US office then head off to bed,’ he said, running a hand over his tousled hair. He looked so exhausted she had a mad urge to spring into full-on wife mode and start fussing around him, telling him not to bother with work, but to go straight to bed and get some rest.

      She

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