The Big Bad Boss. Susan Stephens

      ‘Deal,’ Bronte agreed. ‘Let’s get to it,’ she announced, leading the way to the storeroom where the cleaning equipment was kept.

      ‘Working party present and correct,’ Colleen confirmed once they were armed with brushes and bin liners. ‘Where would you like us to start?’

      ‘Not with mouse droppings or spiders’ webs,’ Maisie protested, wielding her dustpan. ‘The only thing I’m prepared to scream for is a man.’

      I wish, Bronte thought, imagining she was in a clinch with Heath. ‘The best I can offer you is a good scrumping in the apple orchard.’

      ‘I think Maisie had something more hands on in mind than that,’ Colleen suggested dryly.

      ‘You do surprise me. Why don’t we clear up as much as we can in here and then reward ourselves with a swim in the lake?’

      ‘Skinny-dipping?’ Her friends shrieked, hugging themselves in anticipation.