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minute longer. ‘I’m going to make some coffee,’ she said as she got up.
    ‘You’ve got a great figure,’ said Phil appreciatively. ‘I like girls with long, lean legs and high buttocks. I wouldn’t mind your tits being a bit bigger, but otherwise I’ve no complaints.’ He laughed.
    ‘Perhaps you’d like me to have some plastic surgery?’ suggested Davina.
    ‘Hey, come on, I was only kidding,’ said Phil.
    ‘Unfortunately I don’t feel quite as cheerful as you do,’ she said.
    Once in the kitchen, with her silk robe caressing her sensitive and unsatisfied flesh, Davina stared out of the window. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of sixenormous removal vans parked in a row along the drive of the main house. She hoped there wouldn’t be too many more or they’d have to queue up the road. Thankfully she didn’t have to do anything to help Jay move in. He’d assured her that the removal men would see to everything, but she had to admit to herself that she was rather looking forward to his arrival on Monday. It would be interesting to see him again because she realised that, probably due to the circumstances of their meeting, she couldn’t remember him very clearly. Not that she intended to share these feelings with Phil. The very mention of Jay Prescott’s name was enough to put him in a bad mood and she wanted a peaceful weekend.
    For the next two days the pair of them did all the things they usually did during Phil’s visits; they went for walks, taking Major, David’s Labrador, with them as the dog was living with Davina until she discovered what the American thought of animals. In the evenings they went out to eat at local pubs. It was nearly midnight on the Sunday before Phil left, and he was obviously reluctant to go.
    ‘Are you going to be all right this week?’
    ‘Why shouldn’t I be?’
    ‘You’ve got this American chap to handle. He’s a prosecutor, hardly the kind of man you’re used to dealing with.’
    ‘Meaning what?’
    ‘Meaning that he’s probably got a mind as sharp as a razor and a tongue to match. I don’t want you hurt by him, Davina.’
    ‘Why should he hurt me?’ she asked in astonishment. ‘We hardly need to see each other once he’s settled in.’
    ‘I still don’t like it, and I don’t know what your uncle was thinking of when he drew up the will. It isn’t right having you living here alone in the grounds with a man like that only a few hundred metres away.’
    ‘You make him sound like a criminal,’ laughed Davina. ‘He looked to me like a man whose work is the most important thing in his life.’
    ‘I don’t see how you could possibly know that.’
    Davina shrugged. ‘It’s that air of authority he had about him, and his businesslike behaviour. You have to admit he wasn’t exactly a smooth charmer.’
    ‘Maybe not, but you noticed what he was like all right, didn’t you?’
    ‘You’re not jealous, are you?’ she asked incredulously.
    Phil shook his head. ‘Not of him being here with you, just of his inheriting the estate.’
    Davina wanted to remind Phil that the estate was nothing to do with him, that the pair of them weren’t even engaged and that if anyone felt upset about losing out on the inheritance it should be her, but as usual she kept quiet. ‘Drive carefully and have a safe journey,’ she said, kissing him on the cheek.
    ‘That’s not very passionate,’ he complained.
    As he grabbed her, crushing his lips against hers, Davina realised that she was simply waiting for him to go. When she heard his car drive away she let out a sigh of relief and her shoulders sagged as the tension drained out of them. There was no doubt about it, their relationship was falling apart, but whether it was Phil’s fault or hers she wasn’t sure.
    Jay Prescott unfolded his long legs and slid out of the driving seat of the Aston Martin that a friend had managed to get for him from a second-hand car dealer. He’d always wanted to own an