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He glared at her and Davina got the distinct i She missed it coer on, she felt unnaturally guilty about the bottle of aspirin in her handbag Jack sighed heavily

“Okay, your turn, help me out here, what’s your story? What childhood screw-up made you the person you are now?”

She put her nose in the air

“I didn’t suffer any screw-ups I had a perfect childhood”

“Yeah, right”

That annoyed her She wasn’t the one with glaring personality issues

“My parents onderful people, very loving and supportive They still are”

She bit her lip She wasn’t in a hurry to tell the for herself Part of her would love for them to rescue her The rest of her didn’t want to see how disappointed they would be doing it

Her dad would tell her, yet again, that she needed to think before she acted That she needed to tone down her behaviour But no matter how hard she tried, it just didn’t seem possible

“And what do Mr and Mrs Perfect do for a living?” Thankfully Jack saved her frouilts

“Dad is a vicar in a little church outside Brighton”

The car swerved slightly Jack see Davina thumped him on the back

“I’h, you’re a minister’s kid?”

“Yes” She couldn’t see as so a

“Well, that is hysterical,” he said at last “I guess you’re the classic rebel against your roots type I had you pegged for so”