a house, but I help run the family business. I’m here on a reconnaissance trip. You live in a beautiful part of the world, Avery.’
She gave him a thumbnail sketch of the town, and told him to look out for the blue plaques which gave the past history of the older buildings, some of which dated back to the time of the Marcher lords. But as she finished her drink her stomach rumbled in ominous warning, reminding her she’d put no food in it since a sketchy breakfast.
With regret she got up before he could offer more wine, which would not only go straight to her head but to other parts likely to cause embarrassment to both of them. ‘Thank you for the drink, and for your invaluable help. Before I go, confess. What did you really think when I asked to join you?’
‘That it was my lucky day,’ he assured her promptly, and gave her a smile which took her breath away. ‘Must you go? It’s not late.’
‘I really have to get home.’
‘Then I’ll see you to your car.’
When they reached it Avery held out her hand, smiling, and he clasped it firmly in his. ‘Goodnight, Jonas. Thank you again.’
‘It was my pleasure—’ He broke off as someone called her name, and Avery waved to an acquaintance as she got in the car, raised a hand to Jonas Mercer and drove off.
She glanced in her mirror to see him standing on the hotel steps, and felt a lingering sensation she finally narrowed down to her body’s reaction to the grasp of a hard male hand. No wonder it was unfamiliar. It was so long since she’d experienced anything like it that she drove home more slowly than usual, to savour the novelty.
Avery’s pleasant glow vanished abruptly when her headlights picked out the man waiting in the porch at the front of her house.
‘Hi,’ said her visitor warily. ‘Long time no see.’
She slammed the car door, eyeing him with hostility. ‘What the devil are you doing here again, Paul?’
‘Give me a break, Avery.’ His handsome face lit with a persuasive smile. ‘Let’s be civilised and have a chat and a drink—or coffee, if you’ve had one too many at the Angel. Though, God knows, alcohol was never a weakness of yours.’
She stared at him with distaste as he slurred his words in a way she knew from past experience meant it was he who’d had one drink too many. ‘How do you know I was at the Angel?’
‘I saw you in the car park when I was leaving the pub across the road. I always sneak off there after a duty dinner with the parents. Who was the man?’
‘What possible interest could that be to you?’
His face took on a hurt look. ‘Do you have to be so damn belligerent, Avery? I’m here to do you a favour. Let me come in.’
‘No way. Don’t do this, Paul. I don’t want you in my house—’
Before she could stop him he whipped the keys from her hand. He held her off as he unlocked the door, then cursed volubly as the burglar alarm sounded. ‘Turn the bloody thing off, Avery!’
‘No fear.’ She smiled as sirens wailed in the distance. ‘Better make yourself scarce, Paul, or I’ll shop you to the police. Mummy and Daddy would just hate that.’
He hesitated, but as the sirens grew nearer he gave her a malevolent glare and made an unsteady run for the gate, tripping in his hurry to get away. Avery punched in the code for the alarm, smiling scornfully as the sirens receded into the distance. Paul Morrell had drunk too much to tell the difference between a police car and an ambulance making for the local hospital.
Her smile vanished as her cellphone rang. ‘How did you get this number?’ she snapped.
‘By devious means,’ said a deep, lazy voice very different from Paul Morrell’s but instantly recognisable, even on short acquaintance.
‘Oh.’ Colour flew into her cheeks. ‘I thought you were someone else.’
‘This is Jonas Mercer. We met earlier,’ he added helpfully.
‘I know—I know. Sorry I snarled.’
‘Something wrong?’
‘Nothing at all. I’m fine. But how did you get my number?’
‘When you left your phone behind I did some research.’ There was a pause. ‘Do you mind, Avery?’
‘I suppose not,’ she said slowly, rather surprised to find she didn’t mind at all.
‘Good. We were interrupted before I could ask to see you again. Have dinner with me tomorrow night.’
Avery stood very still, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. It was a long time since she’d accepted an invitation from a man, to dinner or anything else. She shrugged. Maybe it was time she did.
‘I promise to save the crossword until we meet,’ said Jonas.
‘A generous offer!’
‘Is that a yes?’
Suddenly the prospect of dinner with Jonas Mercer seemed like the perfect antidote to her encounter with Paul Morrell. ‘Why not? Thank you. But not the Angel, please.’
‘Your town; your choice. Just tell me when and where and I’ll pick you up.’
But Avery wasn’t about to give her address to a complete stranger, even one as appealing as Jonas Mercer. ‘If you’ll appear at the back door of the Angel about seven I’ll chauffeur you to the Fleece. It’s not far.’
‘Thank you. I’ll be waiting. Sleep well, Avery Crawford.’
She found she was smiling as she scrambled eggs later. And when she finally went yawning up to bed she felt pretty sure there would be no problem with insomnia after talking to Jonas Mercer—which was interesting. The encounter with a man she’d once been in love with had upset her so much she’d expected to lie awake all night, yet a few words from a virtual stranger and she was on an even keel again.
Avery slept so well she woke late the next morning and rushed out without breakfast to drive into town. Her thriving business functioned in a small shop in a short row of others just like it in Stow Street, near the largest car park in town. Frances arrived just after her, in such a euphoric mood it was obvious the evening had gone well. But before Avery could demand every last detail the rest of her little team arrived and the phone started ringing. The working day was in full flow, and she was due at her first appointment of the day.
‘I could be a while, Frances,’ she said, on her way out. ‘Squeezing Pansy Keith-Davidson into her grandmother’s wedding gown will take some doing.’
‘We’ll all pray for generous seams!’ Frances grinned conspiratorially. ‘I’ll fill you in about last night over lunch.’
Avery’s appointment was with one of the wealthiest families in the neighbourhood. To her gratitude, she was pressed to coffee and pastries before embarking on an assignment so time-consuming it took up the entire morning.
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