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middle of the garden like a scarecrow.

      Somehow, he’d managed to manoeuvre himself to the back of the house without being seen, and had quickly extricated himself from the offensive boots before opening the back door into the kitchen, thinking that, if he was lucky, he’d have time to shower and change into one of Alex’s shirts. His brother, unlike himself, always had racks of immaculate shirts and never noticed if the odd one went AWOL.

      Dominic felt sure that the little scene he’d created in his head was about to be enacted for real. He would walk into the living room with quiet confidence and greet Nina with a firm handshake and a smile that would begin the rest of his life. Goodness, he still couldn’t believe she was here. How many years had it been since he’d last seen her? He’d been so young, but he still remembered that great big crush he’d had on her.

      Dominic took a deep breath to steady his nerves, knowing that he was ready to meet her once again.

      ‘What on earth is that racket?’ Olivia sprung out of her chair in alarm. ‘Benji? What’s the matter?’ She placed her hands around the boy’s scarlet face as he charged into the room and crashed into her legs.

      ‘Dom hit me,’ he wailed, his nose running.

      ‘Dominic?’ Olivia exclaimed. ‘Not on purpose, I’m sure?’

      ‘Hit me,’ the boy repeated, wiping his nose on Olivia’s skirt and putting Nina off her chocolate digestive.

      ‘Dominic?’ Olivia called. ‘Is that you? Come on through.’

      Dominic stood stock-still in the kitchen. It was just his luck that Benji had been playing with the coloured letters on the fridge door. Just his luck that the ‘Q’ had taken flight from a grubby hand and had landed by the back door. And of course it was typical that Benji had gone to rescue the errant letter the minute Dominic had opened the door.

      ‘Dominic? Come and see who’s here,’ his mother’s voice called above Benji’s exaggerated howls and the echoing howls of sympathy that were now coming from Ziggy in the playroom.

      Dominic sighed, tripping over the army of Wellington boots by the back door as he raked his hands through his hair, which he knew was sitting on his head like an overgrown gorse bush. He cleared his throat nervously and noisily. Nina Elliot was really here and she was about to get an eyeful of his best scarecrow impression ever.

       Chapter Six

      ‘Nina – you remember Dominic?’ Olivia smiled enthusiastically as her youngest son entered the room. ‘Dominic, isn’t it lovely to be back in touch with Nina? I ran into her in the supermarket yesterday. What terrific luck and such an amazing coincidence after you spotting her in town the other day, too!’

      Dominic looked at his mother and then at Nina, and a shy smile escaped him as Nina stood up and shook his hand.

      ‘Hello, Dominic,’ she said, noticing how tall he was and how his dark hair fell about his face in disorganised skeins. She looked at his eyes; as dark as conkers. ‘How are you?’ she asked.

      ‘Fine, thank you,’ he said, in his characteristically quiet voice, raised just enough for him to be heard. Nina couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t believe the transformation from gauche schoolboy into handsome young man. But did he remember her? It had been so long since their last meeting.

      ‘Well, aren’t you going to apologise?’ Olivia said, interrupting Nina’s train of thought.

      ‘Apologise?’ Nina asked, surprised.

      ‘Not you, dear Nina,’ Olivia said.

      ‘What?’ Dominic turned to face his mother.

      ‘For the other day, silly! When you almost ploughed Nina down.’

      ‘Oh! Yes!’ Dominic stumbled, averting his eyes in obvious embarrassment. ‘I, er—’ he looked up hesitantly at Nina, ‘I’m sorry for the other day.’ His eyes widened very slightly. ‘I wasn’t looking where I was going.’

      ‘He shouldn’t be on the roads,’ Olivia butted in again, shaking her head in despair.

      ‘But it was me that wasn’t looking!’ Nina said, perplexed. ‘It’s me who shouldn’t be on the roads, I’m afraid.’

      ‘Nonsense!’ Olivia said in her defence, Benji’s head still hiding in the depths of her now rather damp skirt.

      ‘No, really!’ Nina assured them, ‘My head’s been somewhere else lately and it’s a wonder I haven’t found myself under a car long before now.’ She smiled lightly at Olivia and then at Dominic. ‘So it’s me who should apologise.’ Dominic frowned in confusion. ‘You see, I’d had a bit of a bad day at work and was trying to forget about it all by going to the pub during my lunch hour.’

      ‘But I thought you said you were between jobs?’ Olivia said, her face clouding with a sudden frown.

      ‘I am now, but I was working that day. That was my last day, in fact. My boss and I parted company, so to speak.’ Nina shrugged her shoulders, not really wanting to divulge any more about the whole unfortunate incident.

      ‘Then you are still looking for work?’ Olivia continued. Nina nodded. ‘Good. Then I think I’ve got the solution to all our problems.’

      Dominic looked across at his mother as she caressed Benji’s reddened cheek.

      ‘Why don’t you go and play with Ziggy?’ she said to the boy, turning him around by the shoulders and patting his bottom until he ran out of the room. ‘And why don’t we all sit down?’

      Nina sat back down on the sofa and was instantly engulfed by the cushions again. Dominic took up a position in the chair opposite. He looked rather awkward, but he obviously wanted to hear what his mother had to say.

      ‘Nina,’ Olivia began, ‘Ever since Dudley took early retirement eighteen months ago, he’s been hanging around the house like a lost thing. Of course, doctor’s orders were that he should take things easier these days. All those years as a city banker have taken their toll, I’m afraid, and he has to take care of himself now.’ She fiddled with a gold bracelet she was wearing, her index finger rolling around inside it as if she was building up to something important. ‘He’s got his country club, of course, and spends a fair bit of time up there when the weather is good, but he’s also had this mad notion about writing a novel. Can you believe it?’

      ‘Really?’ Nina said, her eyes wide with surprise.

      ‘Mad fool that he is. But little be it for me to try to stop him. Who knows, he might actually have a real bestseller in his head. But, unfortunately, that’s where it will remain if he doesn’t get someone to help him.’ Olivia looked across at her son and tilted her head to the left. ‘Are you all right, Dominic?’

      ‘What?’ he said, his eyes rising from his jeans.

      ‘You look as though you’re waiting for the world to end.’

      ‘I’m fine,’ he said, looking awkward under her scrutiny and shifting in his seat.

      ‘Good. Anyway,’ Olivia said, turning her attention back to Nina, ‘Dudley’s been in a bit of a state recently. You see, our last secretary, Teri, left us all of a sudden and we’ve never heard from the girl since.’

      Dominic cleared his throat, causing his mother to look across at him, but he merely shifted in the chair again, eyes fixed to the floor.

      ‘And with this anniversary party to organise, you could say that we’re in a bit of a pickle and could do with a helping hand.’

      Nina nodded in sympathy, wondering what the punch line was going to be, not daring to hope that it might involve her.

      ‘Well, I’ve been thinking

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