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‘Hi, Seb’

It had been a long rateful for his expensive education, his academic credentials and his various doctorates but there were ti able to recite Latin verse and debate the use of cavalry at Thermopylae was

Business studies, basic accountancy, and how to repair, heat and conserve an ancienther out like a restoration actress would have been far more useful

He needed a business plan Dipping into as left of the estate’s capital would only get him so far Somehow the castle needed to pay for itself—and soon

And now his dog was being disobedient,eyes at a blonde woman iarish waistcoat Shorts In March On the other hand Seb’s eyes raked the slender, long legs appreciably; his dog had good taste

‘Monty! I said here I ahtened and turned Seb felt his breath whoosh out as he clocked the long blonde hair, blue eyes, tilted nose and a mouth that had haunted him for the last six weeks ‘Daisy?’

‘Hello, Seb You never call, you don’t write’ An undercurrent of laughter lilted through her voice and he had to fir out What on earth had brought the wedding photographer back to his door? For a few days afterwards he had wondered if she et in touch And what he would say if she did

For six weeks afterwards he had considered getting in touch himself

‘Neither did you’

‘No’ Her eyelashes fluttered down and she looked oddly vulnerable despite the ridiculous hat tilted at a rakish angle and the bright lipstick ‘Seb, could we talk?’

She sounded serious and Seb tensed, his hands curling into apprehensive fists ‘Of course, coh the door ‘Thanks, Mrs Suffolk, I’ll take it from here’ He smiled at his most faithful volunteer and she moved aside with a sniff of clear disapproval

‘I don’t think she likes me,’ Daisy whispered

‘She doesn’t like anyone Anyone under thirty and feht about the statement ‘Actually anyone under thirty or any female’