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experience.’
    ‘It’s surprising how quickly you get into the routine and know what to do,’ he told her cheerfully.
    ‘Was this your first job? Did you start here straight from school?’ Megan asked.
    ‘My family have always been in shipping,’ he said evasively as he escorted her through the maze of corridors. ‘I grew up listening to people talking about it so I knew quite a lot before I actually started work.’
    ‘That probably did help,’ Megan admitted. ‘I’ve never worked in an office or known anyone who did.’
    She was tempted to tell him that her father also worked for Walker’s as a lorry driver, but she thought better of it.
    ‘So where were you living before you came to Liverpool?’
    ‘Beddgelert in North Wales. It was beautiful there, magnificent mountains and quite near the sea.’
    ‘And no office blocks.’ He laughed.
    ‘The only offices were at the slate quarry. It wouldn’t have been too bad working there, mind. More homely, see. And I would have known most of the people, anyway.’
    ‘You’ll soon make friends once you start work.’
    ‘I hope so. I feel like a fish out of water. You’re the first person, outside my family, that is, that I’ve really spoken to since we moved to Liverpool. Back home everyone had time to talk to each other, but here everybody seems to be so busy. They haven’t even got time to say good morning!’
    ‘Here we are, then.’
    They came to an abrupt halt outside a dark oak door marked GENERAL OFFICE . Megan stared at it fearfully, feeling her mouth go dry.
    ‘Tell the receptionist who you are and she’ll phone through and let Miss Pearce know you’ve arrived.’
    ‘Thank you. I’ll do that.’ She hesitated nervously.
    He frowned. ‘If you want to tidy up first, the ladies room is the last door on the right at the end of this corridor.’
    ‘Thank you.’ Megan smiled gratefully.
    ‘Good luck with the interview.’
    She smiled at him shyly. ‘Thank you. I feel a lot better about it after talking to you.’
    ‘Then I shall expect to find you working here next time I come into the office.’ He grinned, his vivid blue gaze mesmerising her.
    Before she could answer he had disappeared down the passageway and she was left standing outside the general office. Heart thudding anxiously, she hesitated for a brief moment and then scurried along the corridor to the ladies room.
    Colour rushed to her cheeks the moment she caught sight of herself in the cloakroom mirror. No wonder he had suggested she might want to tidy up before her interview. The carefully constructed hairdo now looked a complete mess. The strong wind had played havoc with it since she’d removed her headscarf.
    In desperation, she wrestled with the tangled mess, trying to restore it to the smooth face-framing style Lynn had created. It was hopeless. Frustrated, she combed it back behind her ears, wishing she’d never let Lynn touch it.
    It was a wonder that such a good-looking young man had spoken to her at all, looking like she did, Megan thought grimly. She wished she knew his name. It would be the first thing Lynn would want to know when she told her about meeting him. She could imagine the look of disgust on her sister’s face when she said she didn’t know.
    She sighed, remembering how handsome he’d been. He was very different from Ifan Jenkins. Certainly the sort of chap Lynn would go overboard for, all right.
    Lynn thought that Ifan, with his massive shoulders and heavy build, was a joke. It was something they constantly argued about.
    ‘I don’t know why you bother with him, Megan. He’s a real clod-hopper,’ Lynn told her time and time again.
    ‘He can’t help being a bit clumsy. He’s big framed,’ she always claimed in his defence. Lynn was right, but Ifan was good-hearted and she didn’t like her sister criticising him.
    ‘And fat with it. He eats like a pig.’
    ‘He needs lots of food to keep his strength up. He’s out working on his father’s farm