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down at
me.
    God, he looked even more breathtaking with
that after sex glow.
    “Are we nuts here, Clare?”
    “Maybe. I mean, I’ve just had the most
amazing sex with the man who I had an awful crush on when I was
sixteen.”
    “Now that is a real passion killer. I suppose
what I meant is, sixteen years difference in our ages is a lot.
So...”
    No, this couldn’t be happening. Please God
tell me I’m not just another physical conquest? Is this a courteous
way older men tell you you’re just a one-night stand?
    I pushed him away, sat up in bed, drawing the
sheet tight around my nakedness. “So what? We just forget
everything that happened here tonight?” He was silent. “Well?”
    “No, Clare, even after I knew that you were
Trevor’s daughter I didn’t care. All I kept thinking about was
getting to know you better, and I mean not as a friend. However, I
think Eleanor could be right. A relationship with me would affect
your whole family. Trevor is hardly going to crack open the port
and offer me a cigar and welcome the idea that I’m doing his
daughter, now is he?”
    I knew Guy was right, but on the other hand I
was also a stubborn mule when told I couldn’t do something. “NO!
Guy, I’m thirty-six. A grown woman. I make my own decisions, and if
my family don’t approve they will jolly well have to live with it.
I am prepared to suffer the consequences. Are you?”
    He took me in his arms. “I don’t want to end
it here, believe me. But I would never forgive myself if I put a
rift between you and your family. I’d better go before Eleanor does
something stupid like call your father.”
    I could not take it all in. What exactly was
happening here? Was he going forever? Coming back tomorrow or
what?
    He was just pulling back the sheet to get out
of bed when a knock came on the door. Guy jumped back under the
covers, his coffee skin almost white in fright as if my father had
magical appeared outside my bedroom door.
    “Clare, it’s me again. Eleanor. I just wanted
to say I’m sorry I freaked out like that. I’ve taken some time to
think.”
    Guy and I looked at each other and had to
smile. It had been no more than ten minutes tops. “Well, Rosie
talked some sense into me actually. Dad won’t kill you. And it’s no
one’s business other than yours if it makes you happy. And I want
to see you happy, too. And for the record, you certainly looked
ecstatic. Well, that’s it. I’m going to Rosie’s. I’ll see you in
the morning. Love you.”
    We waited a few moments. Just as Guy was
about to speak another knock came on the door.
    “Sorry, forgot. Goodnight, Doctor
Foreman.”
    Guy and I stifled our laughter until we knew
Eleanor had gone for sure.
    Sliding back under the covers, I ran my hand
over his thick moist chest hair. “Well, it seems Dad and Eleanor
wouldn’t care two hoots.” My hand slipped further down to his firm
stomach.
    Guy took a small intake of breath as my hand
slid further down and said, “Maybe we can talk it through a little
more.” I slid down the bed and pulled the sheet over my head.
    “Or maybe you can carry on doing that,” he
gasped.
    * * * *
    As I rushed into the kitchen, late for
meeting Guy, Olivia sat at the kitchen table, doing her
homework.
    “You look pretty, Mummy. But why aren’t you
wearing your gym clothes. It’s Monday.”
    “Not tonight, sweetie. I’m meeting friends
for dinner.”
    I hated lying to my daughter, knowing full
well I should have worn my gym clothes before I left the house and
changed on the way at Jess’s house. My lateness had been due to
Olivia’s school Christmas pantomime rehearsals running late. Joseph
had tripped over one of the shepherds’ crooks, fell and banged his
nose on baby Jesus’ manger, causing a nosebleed and covering the
stage in blood.
    Eleanor looked up from reading her magazine.
“Wow, I thought you said you were going to that bistro in
Hampstead?”
    “I am. Why? Do you think it’s a little OTT?”
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