him.â
âWell, if youâre sure, weâd be glad to give you all the help you need, wouldnât we, darling?â
There was something immediately likeable about Felicity, though Rona, remembering the woman she presumed to be her rival, felt she could make more of herself. She wore minimal make-up, and her soft brown hair with its wispy fringe looked as though sheâd washed it herself â very different from the chic stylishness of her husbandâs London companion. Moreover, though her dress was obviously expensive, it did little for her, being altogether too matronly. Rona longed to take her to one of Magdaâs boutiques.
âWhen are you hoping to embark on this?â Julian asked.
âWheneverâs convenient; my desk is clear at the moment.â
âShall we say Tuesday, then? All the papers are at the house, so youâd be working from there. As youâll appreciate, space at the store is at a premium, with everything being on the one floor.â
âJulianâs grandfather tried to buy the walkway above,â Felicity put in, âso we could expand upwards, but it caused an uproar. There was a Conservation Society, even then.â
âWhat are you all talking about so earnestly at your end of the table?â Simon demanded laughingly.
âMy next project,â Rona told him. âWillowsâ Fine Furniture, Past and Present.â
âAnd God bless all who sail in her!â Max added facetiously.
âYou pulled it off, then,â he commented, in the car on the way home.
âJulian brought it up himself. Said heâd wondered when Iâd get round to him. Barnie told me heâd had enquiries from local businesses, but he didnât mention the Willows. At least Iâll be working close to home this time â in fact, actually in their home, though Julian was careful to point out Iâll need to go to Yorkshire, to pay homage to their aristocratic roots.â
âWho,â Max remarked drily, âprobably wonât thank you for reminding them theyâre related to trade.â
Dominic stood at his window, looking down over the town of Marsborough. Heâd been damn lucky to find this place, he reflected. Not only was it fully serviced, with a first-class restaurant on the ground floor, but there was also a coffee lounge doubling as an informal club, which residents made use of to meet business colleagues. And to crown it all, Carla had a flat two floors below him, so was always on hand. It could not have been more convenient.
He glanced at his watch. Another fifteen minutes till the conference call. An important deal was under way, and he was running through the points he intended to make, when a tap on the door broke his train of thought.
âNot now, Carla,â he said testily. âI need to keep my mind clear.â
âIâm sorry,â Carla sounded harassed. âYou have a visitor who insists on speaking to you.â
He turned angrily. âI see no one without an appointment, you know that.â
âYouâll see me,â said a voice behind her, and as she perforce moved aside, Lady Miranda Barrington-Selby, known colloquially as Dominicâs heiress, came into the room.
He felt his heart jerk, surprise and guilt combining to wrong-foot him. âForgive me, Miranda,â he said gently, âbut I really canât talk to you now. Iâm awaiting an important call.â
âIâm sorry if itâs inconvenient, Dominic, but thatâs your fault, not mine. If youâd had the courtesy to return my calls, I shouldnât have had to seek you out.â
He said quietly, âFive minutes, then,â and nodded dismissal at Carla who, having failed to preserve his privacy, was hovering uncertainly. She went out, closing the door quietly behind her.
He turned back to Miranda. God, why couldnât she accept that what had been between them was over? It was an