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him.”
    Maggie just had time to get home and change into her best jeans and a caramel silk shirt. She was going to look as nice as she could for Ian.  The doorbell rang and she raced downstairs, bag in hand, to his waiting arms and lips....
    “Oh, baby, I missed you,” he said between kisses. “Come on, let’s go, or I’ll be taking you upstairs to your cousin’s flat.”
    The drive to Devon was filled with laughter as Maggie described the people in her office. Ian grinned at her. “You have such a talent for humour, Maggie mine. It’s as if I’m seeing these people with new eyes!”
    Maggie thought that was an odd remark, but shrugged and the conversation passed onto other subjects.
    “Here we are, Maggie mine,” said Ian as he pulled his vintage Jaguar XKE up in front of a large stone home built on top of the cliff.
    “I thought this was a weekend cottage, Ian, not a mansion…”
    “You exaggerate, Maggie. I like to be comfortable…
    He opened the door, scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold.
    “I’ve always want to do that,” he laughed. “Seen it in so many films. It looked like a very romantic thing to do...” His eyes darkened as he spoke.
    “It is a very romantic thing to do,” breathed Maggie. “Very romantic. Are you going to put me down now?”
    “No, I’m going to carry you up these stairs and show you the view from the deck off my bedroom. It’s very pretty at night, the lights of the town twinkling so far below us, the moon shimmering on the sea...”
    “That sounds very pretty.”
    “But not as pretty as you are, Maggie mine.”
    When he’d reached the balcony he set her onto her feet and they stood, looking at the lights and the moon shimmering on the sea. He held her close, and tilted her face up so that he could kiss her.
    “I want to make love to you, Maggie, to make you truly mine, but I can wait if you want to.”
    “Yes, please, make love to me,” she said softly as she closed her eyes and kissed him again.
    They never got to the town, or the pebble beach. They never got to his sailboat. They barely left his bedroom, except to eat and share the shower. They left for London as late as possible Sunday evening.
    “Your home was larger and nicer than I’d expected, Ian,” she said as they drove toward London.
    “I’m not poor, Maggie. Did you like the house?”
    “Oh, yes, I liked it. It was a wonderful weekend, Ian.”
    “You made it wonderful, Maggie mine. Will you come with me again? The next time I can steal a weekend away from the business, that is?”
    “Only if you promise not to eat biscuits in the bed next time!”
    “They did make rather a mess, didn’t they? But I did shake out the sheets and remake the bed, baby.
    “Yes, you did, after I beat you in that pillow fight!”
    “I promise, Maggie mine. No more eating biscuits in the bed.”
    Monday morning, Rosemund called Maggie into her office and closed the door. 
    “Maggie, Mr. Angstrom and his family own a number of companies. He, his brother and his father own a business publication, Britain’s Best and when Mr. Angstrom read one of the reports you’ve edited, I imagine over the weekend, the man seems to work 24/7, he decided you’re wasted here. You start at the magazine today.”
    Maggie was stunned. “Pardon?”
    “Yes, his instructions. They have an intermediate editorial position available. You’re due there immediately, so pack up your desk and we’ll get you over to your new office. I believe the move includes rather a nice raise...You would like the promotion, wouldn’t you?”
    “Oh, of course I would. One of my ambitions is to be a magazine editor. It’s just such a shock.”
    “Yes, well that’s Mr. Angstrom all over. Once he sees something he likes, he gets straight after it.
    “In this case, he likes your writing talent and is putting it to the best possible use. He said to me that you must be an outstanding journalist and you will compliment the