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Its conception ht be an accident inelse entirely It was a miracle

One hour later, es of a beautiful old hardback edition of Pride and Prejudice read over and over again, Daisy ad did he mean? She hadn’t promised him anyway; he had disappeared before she could form the words

But she couldn’t leave without ht last time, hadn’t slipped her card into his hand or pocket with a smile and invitation Had part of her hoped he would track her down anyway? Perform a modern-day quest in pursuit of her love The hopeless romantic in her had The hopeless romantic never learned

But this wasn’t about challenges It was , Daisy pulled out one of her business cards Stylish, swirling script and a daisy s, portraits and lifestyle’ Her number, website and Twitter handle listed clearly below She paused for a second and then laid the card on the tea tray with a hand that only trembled a little It was up to him now

She closed her eyes for a ht of her disappointer, denial Naively, she had hoped he ht be a little excited She hadn’t expected him to just leave

Her car here she’d left it, parked at a slant just outside the iates If she had sed her pride and accepted the Range Rover her father had offered her then she wouldn’t have been snowed in all those weeks ago

Daisy shook her head trying to dislodge unwanted tears prickling the backs of her eyes It had all seemed so perfect, like a scene from one of her favourite romantic comedies When it was clear that she was stuck, Seb had ransacked the leftovers fro her a picnic of canapés and chane And she had curled up on the shabby sofa in his office as they talked and drank, and so hi him

She raised her hands to her lips, re how soft his kiss had been At first anyway

Right Standing here reliving kisses wasn’t going to change anything Daisy unlocked her car, and took one last long look at the old castle keep, the gri sun

‘Daisy!’

She paused for around, trying to look as unconcerned as possible, and leaning back against her car

Her heart began to thump Loudly

He wasn’t her type at all Her type was clean-shaven, their eyes didn’t hold a sardonic gleam under quizzical eyebrows and look as if they were either laughing at you or criticising you Her usual type didn’t wear their dark hair an inch too long and completely unstyled and walk around in old h she had to adht places

And Daisy Huntingdon-Cross had never as oed fleece The black garht bear the Hawksley Castle crest but it was still a fleece