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any trouble,
Mr. Digby .”
    “It’s simply Digby ,
and it isn’t a bit of trouble.”
    “Well, could I eat in the kitchen
then? I could keep you company while you cook it.”
    “All right.” He seemed amused at her suggestion.
“I’ll be getting things ready. Would you prefer a quiche with bacon, or
waffles?”
    “A quiche, if it isn’t a bother!”
    “It isn’t. You can take a shower
first, if you’d like.”
    “Oh, yes, I’d love to! I’ll be down
soon!”
    “Excellent!” he nodded then stepped
lightly down the hall.
    Tegan threw off the robe and entered the
shower in Fleet’s magnificent stone bathroom. The shower stall was curved in an
arch, with a matching window overlooking the sea. She had a modest moment when
she noticed a yacht passing by but realized the sailors would need binoculars
to see her.
    As she rubbed the musky bath gel into
her skin, she caught the scent of it – it smelled like him, like Fleet. So
that’s where that intoxicating fragrance had come from. She breathed it in, let
it envelope her senses. If only he were there to enjoy what that fragrance was
doing to her. She couldn’t bear it one second more – gently slipped her hand
between her thighs and played her fingers upon her flesh until she burst in a
fit of rapture. All the while she was seeing Fleet in her mind, imagining him
there beside her, kissing her, molding her to serve his needs.
    She cried out softly, “Fleet, where
are you!” then she gave her body over to the urges within her. It was good, but
ultimately unsatisfying without him to finish the job.
    Breakfast was a lovely affair. Digby was quite a talker; had her in stitches relating
stories of his family in England, especially his great uncle Smythe who’d been a cook for the Queen Mum back in the day.
    “Please, no more,” Tegan begged, tears ruining her mascara. “You should do stand
up, you’d be a smash!”
    “I’ll consider it, if I ever lose
this position.”
    He began to load the dishes into the
dishwasher.
    “May I help?”
    “No, no, you’re a guest here.”
    She stood, stretched her legs;
admired the fresh sunshine streaming through the glass-paneled door. Just
outside she could see a garden full of bright red and pink flowers.
    “Your gardener is talented! Some of
those flowers are really hard to grow. Believe me, I know. I’ve tried and
failed, with several of them!”
    “I am the gardener, so I thank you
for the compliment. It’s a restful occupation, helps me think out my troubles.”
    “My mom says the same thing. I’d bet
you two could really hit it off, if only …”
    “If only what?”
    “She isn’t looking for companionship
yet. My dad died last year following a long, tough battle with cancer. She was
a trooper through the whole thing but life kind of lost its joy for her after
that, you know? I wish she was ready for dating. I’d certainly steer her in
your direction if she was!”
    “I haven’t thought of finding someone
else, since my dear Martha died. But a chap does get lonely.”
    “ Digby ,
tell me about Fleet. He seems so miserable and confused. I’m not sure what to
make of him.”
    “Neither do I ,
frankly. The young man has had a hard life. I don’t know how much of his past
he has told you …”
    “I know all about his parents.”
    “I see. And then having that Ned
Grant as his guardian; I can’t tell you how often I’ve had clashes with that
cur over Fleet’s upbringing. But that was years ago. Fleet is a grown man now.
He has to make his own decisions.”
    “I don’t understand. He’s a wealthy
producer. Hasn’t he been making his own decisions in all that?”
    “Sometimes, yes, but the boy, forgive
me, the man lets Ned Grant wield too much power over him. I’m sorry. I really
shouldn’t be talking about these matters. Are you ready to go home?”
    “Sure. I like you, Digby , I hope you don’t mind my saying so.”
    “No, Miss, not at all. It isn’t every
day that a lovely young lass