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‘Proble but a towel

‘My agent’ He stuffed the phone back into his pocket, glancing at Daisy as he did so

He drew in a long, deep breath It was ie of desire evoked by her crea creamy towel

The toere another of Sherry’s luxurious little additions to the house By the date of the wedding Hawksley would resemble a five-star hotel more than a run-down if stately family home

There were fresh flowers, renewed every other day, in all the repainted, cleaned bedrooer salons and hallways Every bathroom, cloakroom and loo was ornamented with expensive soaps, hand creams and bath salts In one way the luxurious touches hid the signs of elegant decay, but Seb couldn’t help calculate how the price of the flowers alone could be better spent on plulected maintenance jobs that multiplied daily

Nobut after that, no more He wouldn’t accept a penny, not even froent and very wealthy parents Hawksley was his inheritance, his responsibility, his burden

‘What did she want on a Saturday?’ Daisy sat herself at her dressing table and began to brush out her hair Seb’s eyes followed the brush as it fought its way through the tangled locks leaving smooth tresses in its wake

‘Just to finalise arrangements for this afternoon’ And to try and start another conversation about a television deal He would shut that down pretty fast although the nuood to make her this persistent

‘This afternoon?’

‘I’ of which’ He looked at his watch, blinking as he caught the ti sat in a towel? Shouldn’t you be capturing a bride’s breakfast? Or is this one a late-rising bride?’

She shook her head, the newly brushed hair lifting with thetoday’s wedding for ee so I don’t have a personal relationship with theood place for her to try and see hoorks I do have a few interviews tomorroith possible assistants but today I aht, can it? Whatever will I do?’