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wasn t around. Now he was and she d felt nothing, because she loved Beck. Flick
gasped and slumped against the shower wall. I love Beck. The arrow had gone straight
into her heart. Flick stopped soaping her breasts in case she knocked it out.
When she emerged ten minutes later, a lone towel hung on a peg with no one else
around.
Thanks, God. Better late than never.
Grabbing the towel, she locked herself in the only private changing cubicle. One
deep breath before she looked in the mirror but there were no streaks, in fact she looked
the same as she had before. Flick dried herself off, combed her hair and dressed.
When she stepped into the corridor, Marcus leaned against the wall opposite.
Somehow not a surprise.
Well, what s the verdict? he asked.
She gave him a blank look. Did he want them to get back together?
On the product you tested.
Excellent, Flick said with a bright smile. Just wish I d remembered my towel.
I m rather glad you didn t. He winked at her and she itched to slap him. Why
don t you have a go? No charge. You take your clothes off and stand there. It sprays
you all over. Rather nice sensation. Sexy. Please fall for it.
I think Australia gave me enough of a tan.
Blast.
Anyway I ve only come in for a drink with the crew. Did you see the news? We ve
been filming locally. I did an item about the dig at Hartington Hall. You featured for a
few minutes.
Flick tried not to let her face change.
Got to get back to work. As she passed him she muttered, Rot in hell.
What time do you finish? I ll take you for a drink.
Midnight, Flick lied and ran up the stairs.
She spent the next hour thinking about Marcus despite trying not to. He kept
jumping back into her mind like an annoying computer pop-up. Click to get rid, only it
won t go away. Why did he want to take her for a drink? Why didn t she want to go?
Her shift finished at ten fifteen but when the cleaner called in sick, she volunteered for
the extra hour and a half, and for the early shift the following day. The job wasn t well
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paid but at least it paid something and it kept her away from Kirsten and Josh and
Hartington Hall.
* * * * *
Flick worried Marcus might be outside in his car waiting for her. He wasn t but
when she got back to Timble, Kirsten and Josh sat in the kitchen. Flick wanted to run
upstairs to bed without talking to them.
Still up? I m exhausted. See you tomorrow. She edged out.
Flick, Josh called. We want to talk to you.
She sighed and returned to the doorway.
We stayed up to tell you we re sorry, Kirsten said, about the letter. Willow rang
and told us.
Great. Okay. Good night.
Flick, let s talk, Josh said.
Too tired.
Can we take you out tomorrow evening? We could go for a picnic at the Cow and
Calf, Kirsten asked.
No, you go. Don t bother about me. I might be working.
Okay, you re tired now but we need to talk to you. Properly, Josh said.
Can t think why. Nothing left to say. Flick plastered a smile on her face. I saw
Marcus today.
Marcus? Flick saw the look of concern on Kirsten s face. Where?
The gym.
What did he have to say for himself? Josh traded glances with Kirsten.
Nothing I wanted to listen to.
Good, Josh and Kirsten said in unison.
Kirsten walked toward her. Please, Flick. Come on the picnic. We want things to
be right again.
And how were they going to manage that, she wondered.
I ll make those sandwiches you like, Kirsten offered.
I don t feel like going for a picnic.
But they wouldn t accept anything but yes and eventually Flick gave in. Easier to
agree than argue.
* * * * *
When Flick finished her shift at the gym at lunchtime the following day, this time
Marcus was waiting for her. He stood by his car trying to look seductive and handsome
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and Flick sighed because he did look seductive and handsome. She remembered exactly
what she d seen in him.
Want to get something to eat? he asked.
Free food sounded good. Okay.
He drove her to a brasserie in Guiseley a few miles away.
Like the car? Marcus asked. It s a BMW Z4.
Is it? Flick said. I thought it was one of those kit cars.
Marcus laughed and pulled into the leisure center car park. Still driving your
clapped out deathtrap?
Only while the Mercedes is being serviced. The bloody mechanics are so slow.
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