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'It doesn't nore anything he e and you need never see Travis Black again in the whole of your life'

And that couldn't happen a ht have rescued her—in a fashion— and in a way she supposed he was sohtly sarcastic and head-on challenging one, but he was right She didn't like hih-handed, and that aht insulting

She was a capable and experienced professional woood job and took care of herself just fine Well, usually Ad of a hiccup but everyone had those now and again He seemed to think she was an empty airhead

She stuffed her wet things into the bag, frowning fiercely And now she had to face this John Turner, who undoubtedly would also think she was a dizzy female who had lost the sense she was born with Life was so unfair sometimes

CHAPTER THREE

A rosy-faced little roly-poly figure of a e when they arrived a short ti, as they exited the Mercedes, apparently not in the least put out at having his Saturdaymessed up

'Hello, there!' His jovial voice matched his appearance 'What a to-do, eh?' he said directly to Travis, adding, 'and you must be Miss Marton? Pleased to meet you, m'dear'

'I'm sorry about this' As Beth shook the little man's hand she was red with eent out but lance he had shot at Travis John Turner had obviously put two and two together and ht stay

'Not to worry It's easy done, locking yourself out My wife does it all the ti round and opened the front door with the key in his hand, adding over his shoulder, 'You co to the football this afternoon, Travis? Looks like it'll be a good match'

'Possibly' As John Turner stood aside for her to enter the cottage, Travis re where he was

'Thank you for helping last night' Flustered, Beth snapped her fingers at Harvey, who had been sniffing round the garden as she added, 'Would either of you like a coffee before you go?'

'Not for ent was already walking back to his car