CHAPTER NINE

Roxy had been nervous of being alone with James in his suite, but he had kept up an interesting stream of conversation while they had eaten the excellent meal he had ordered. They had started off with shrimp cocktails, and a creamy vegetable soup which had been followed by chicken scallops in cream, fresh tomatoes stuffed with rice and cheese, and small roast potatoes. After the fruity dessert and coffee, the waiter had returned to remove the trolley of dishes, and then Roxy was again left alone with James. He gestured her on to the small sofa, and she sat down warily, her body taut and her palms damp as she watched him shed his jacket and tie.

'For God's sake, Roxy, I wish you'd relax! ' he exclaimed harshly, his eyes raking over her in a derisive manner. 'I have no intention of dragging you into my bedroom to rape you. '

'I never thought anything of the kind, ' she protested hotly, lowering her eyes when guilt stained her cheeks.

'Didn't you? ' he demanded, and her cheeks grew warmer beneath his mocking gaze.

'All right, so I did! ' she admitted at last. 'How am I expected to know what you have in mind for me? '

'I might try seducing you, but rape isn't in my line at all. '

There was a hint of sensuality in the smile that curved his strong mouth, and an inexplicable shiver of fear made her get hurriedly to her feet.

'I think I'd better go. '

'Sit down! ' His voice had the effect of a whiplash, making her obey at once, and moments later he was extending a glass of champagne towards her. 'Drink this, ' he ordered.

'Are you trying to make me drunk? ' she asked suspiciously, realising that it would be her third glass of champagne within the space of an hour.

'I'm trying to help you relax, ' he stated calmly as he picked up his own glass and seated himself beside her.

The sofa was small, and when his thigh touched hers she altered her position abruptly. 'How do you expect me to relax when you speak of rape and seduction? '

'I've already told you that rape isn't in my line, ' he smiled at her mockingly over the rim of his glass. 'And I've always made it my policy never to seduce a woman unless she's seventy-five per cent willing. '

Roxy almost choked on a mouthful of champagne. 'Is that confession supposed to make me relax? '

" Why not? ' He placed his arm along the back of the sofa behind her shoulders, and she stiffened in alarm when she felt his fingers caress the nape of her neck. 'At the moment you're scared frigid, which means that you register nil on the percentage scale. '

He was mocking her, she knew, but at that moment she was too busy controlling her wayward emotions to care. She took a second mouthful of champagne to steady herself, and tried to ignore those caressing fingers, but she could not ignore the sensations that shivered along her receptive nerves.

'Do you seduce every woman you meet? ' she asked with a touch of cynicism, shifting her position carefully to avoid his persistent, disturbing touch.

'Yes, ' he leered at her wickedly. 'I'm a sexual maniac. '

'Don't be ridiculous! ' she muttered angrily, but for some reason she cowered away from him inwardly.

'A ridiculous question deserves a ridiculous answer, ' he said abruptly, draining his glass, and placing it on the low table beside the sofa.

There was an awkward silence which she tried to fill by sipping casually at the remainder of her drink, but when he did not speak she said apologetically, 'I'm sorry. '

'So am I, ' said James, removing her glass from her cold fingers and placing it on the table beside his own. 'I think I would have enjoyed seducing you. '

This conversation had gone far enough, Roxy decided, attempting to get up, but his arm shot out, brushing against her breasts as he barred her way and forced her back into her seat. Her pulses leapt at his unexpected nearness, and the grim expression on his ruggedly handsome features filled her with dread.

'Please let me go, ' she breathed nervously.

'Not until we've reached a firm understanding about each other, ' he stated decisively, his hand gripping her shoulder so tightly that she winced inwardly. 'I intend helping you to regain your memory of those missing weeks, ' he said through his teeth, 'and when I've done that you can tell me to stay, or get the hell out of your life. '

Her eyes widened with surprise and suspicion. 'And what do you hope to gain from that? '

He smiled suddenly, his hand caressing rather than bruising her. 'That, Roxy, depends entirely on yourself. '

'You mean it depends on whether I decide to get into bed with you or not, ' she snapped angrily.

'You have a one-track mind, ' he laughed briefly.

'Whose fault is that? '

'Not entirely mine, I assure you. ' His hand was at her throat, his thumb forcing her chin up so that she had no option but to meet his compelling gaze. 'I don't deny that I find you desirable, but I shan't force you to do anything you don't want to. '

His eyes probed hers, then shifted lower to her soft, pink mouth, and she quivered like a frightened animal in his hold. 'Please... I must go. Thank you for a lovely dinner, but ‑ '

His mouth silenced hers with a gentle force that drove her lips apart, and she struggled against him wildly, but her efforts were ineffectual as he drew her down on to the sofa and held her there with the hard pressure of his body. Her resistance finally crumbled as ecstatic emotions soared through her slender, trembling form to rise to a wild crescendo beneath the expertise of his lips and hands, but deep within her a memory stirred, leaving her with the distinct impression that this had happened to her before, and then, just as now, she had been driven to the very edge of desire.

James raised his head suddenly, and there was a gleam of mockery in his eyes as he drew away from her slightly. 'You're moving up fast on that percentage scale towards the seduction level. '

Her dulled mind did not grasp at once what he was referring to, but when it did her flushed cheeks went a deeper red as she thrust him from her and jumped to her feet.

'You're hateful! ' she cried chokingly, picking up her purse and striding towards the door leading out on to the balcony with as much dignity as she could summon in her humiliation.

'Goodnight, Roxana Cunningham, ' his mocking laughter followed her. 'Reserve a little space for me in your dreams. '

'I shall do nothing of the kind! ' she snapped furiously as she wrenched open the door. 'Goodnight! '

The icy night air cooled her hot cheeks before she entered her suite and locked the door behind her. What madness had possessed her to submit to his lovemaking? she wondered angrily, sinking into a chair in the darkened room and burying her face in her hands. She recalled that fleeting memory she had experienced in his arms, and wondered why she should have imagined that something like that had happened to her once before. The thought perturbed her, but when that familiar throbbing headache started pounding against her temples she had to give up the effort of trying to remember. It was always the same, this wall of pain she encountered when she tried to delve into the hidden recesses of her mind.

James had stated that he wanted to help her, but his reasons for wanting to do this remained obscure to her. Why should he, a stranger, want to help her in any way, and with what purpose in mind? She tried to find an explanation for it, but failed, and was left instead with the gnawing suspicion that his motives might possibly not be as honourable as he had wished her to believe.

She was perhaps being foolish, she told herself when she went to bed, but so many things confused and bewildered her lately. During those long years of not being able to see, her memory had served her like a guiding, perceptive light within her, but the restoration of her sight had wiped out a part of her memory, and that light inside her had somehow been extinguished.

Roxy went down to breakfast early the following morning, and afterwards she decided to go for a long walk. It was a warm morning, and the hill she climbed was ablaze with colour as the wild flowers opened up their petals towards the sun. The wonder of being able to see it all was still very new to her, and she paused often to gaze about her at the mountains towering majestically towards the sky. Her glance swept over the lower peaks and down to the forest-like valleys below, and she drew the clean, sweet air deep into her lungs. She felt at that moment as if she did not have a care in the world, and the smile that started so tentatively in her eyes finally lifted the corners of her soft mouth. She had been fortunate, very fortunate, and, not for the first time, she thanked God for giving her the opportunity to see again.

'Good morning, green eyes, ' a deep, familiar voice spoke directly behind her, and she turned to find herself looking up into James's mocking blue eyes. 'Did you dream of me? '

His taunting query added fuel to the fire of her sudden anger, and she clenched her hands at her sides as she glowered up at him. 'For heaven's sake, leave me alone! '

'Is that the way to talk to someone who wants only to help you? '

'A fat lot of help you will be, ' she replied scathingly, swinging away from him with her head in the air, but the grass was wet with dew, and her feet slipped out from under her.

James made an attempt to save her from falling, but it was a disastrous effort. His feet slipped out from under him, just as hers had done, and they both went down with Roxy landing heavily on top of him. She was momentarily too stunned to do anything but stare down into his laughing eyes, then a strong hand cupped the back of her head, and her lips were brought down to meet his. There had been no time to think of resistance, and she found herself kissing him back with a matching warmth.

'This is a novel way of getting to know each other, I must say, ' he laughed softly when he eventually allowed her a little breathing space.

'This is crazy, ' she said, her voice unsteady with suppressed laughter as she tried to disengage herself from his arms, but they merely tightened about her.

'I agree with you. This is crazy, ' he mocked her. 'Surely you could have thought of a more dignified way of flinging yourself into my arms? '

Her anger flared instantly, and she beat at his chest with her clenched fists. 'Oh, you beast! You ‑ '

His hand reached up, bringing her head down to his, and his lips stifled the rest of her tirade as he rolled over with her in his arms until it was she who was lying beneath him among the wild grass and flowers.

His kiss lasted an eternity, stirring up a warmth within her that spread throughout her entire body to leave her limp and trembling as their bodies seemed to fuse together in one passionate flame. Coherent thought deserted her when his hands caressed her beneath her fleece-lined jacket, and her arms seemed to move of their own volition to become entwined about his neck in ecstatic surrender.

'You were saying? ' he asked mockingly, nibbling at her ear when the storm inside them had subsided slightly.

A shiver of pleasure shot through her and she smiled dazedly. 'I can't remember. Can you? '

'Not a thing, ' he assured her in an amused fashion before he subjected her to another intimate invasion of her mouth that sent a shudder of sensual desire through her. She felt vaguely uneasy about what was happening to her, but her uneasiness was swept aside by the emotions clamouring along her receptive bloodstream.

'Come on, ' he said eventually, drawing her up with him and setting her firmly on her feet. 'Let's find ourselves a couple of horses and go for a long ride. '

'Oh, I couldn't, ' she protested at once, still feeling a little light-headed from his kisses. 'I haven't ridden a horse since ‑ '

'Since? ' he questioned abruptly when she paused and bit her lip nervously.

'Since I was a child of twelve. '

She recalled those carefree days with a feeling of nostalgia welling up within her. Her grandfather had owned several good riding horses and, on visits to his farm, she had often gone riding with her parents across the wild countryside in the shimmering heat of the day. It had given her a sense of freedom, and she had developed a deep love of nature that had dwindled only fractionally during those ten years of blindness.

She was aware suddenly of James eyeing her curiously, and she blushed guiltily when she realised that she had not heard a word he had said. 'I'm sorry, ' she muttered apologetically. 'You were saying? '

'I asked if you were a good, rider as a child. '

'Reasonably good, yes. '

'Then you'll soon get into the swing of it again, ' he announced with a confidence she was far from experiencing.

Roxy was wearing slacks, so there was no need to change, and long before she had time to give in to her nervousness and doubts, she found herself seated a stride a frisky brown mare with a gleaming coat. Memories came flooding back, and with it the knowledge she had thought forgotten. She began to move with the animal, instinct taking over, and soon she was riding at a comfortable gallop beside James on the black stallion he had selected for himself. The smell of horseflesh and creaking leather invaded her nostrils, and she felt peculiarly content, as if she had stepped back in time to enjoy the half-forgotten pleasures of her childhood.

'Enjoying it? ' asked James, drawing his horse alongside hers when they slowed down to a trot.

She flashed him an uninhibited smile. 'I'd forgotten how wonderful it could be! '

The path narrowed ahead and led to a stream that wound its way amongst shady trees down into the valley, and James reined in his horse to allow her to go ahead of him.

'Let's rest the horses for a while, ' he suggested when they had gone some distance further along the verge of the stream, and she reined in her horse willingly to rest for a moment in these peaceful surroundings.

She stretched out her legs and leaned back against the tree with her eyes closed. A little distance away the tethered horses nibbled at the grass, while the breeze rustled the leaves in the trees above her, and in these peaceful surroundings she could almost forget those disturbing shadows that lurked in her mind. She stirred at length to and James lying on his back beside her with an arm flung across his eyes, and she stared down at him contemplatively. His hair grew strongly back from his broad forehead, and she experienced the sudden desire to run her fingers through it, but she jerked her hand back moments later when he stirred and rolled over on to his side to meet her steady regard with his intensely blue eyes. She withstood his probing glance for a time, then she lowered her lashes and plucked nervously at a blade of grass which she twisted idly about her finger.

Her feelings for this man disturbed her, and there was a nagging familiarity about him which she had not been able to shake off from the moment he had held her in his arms on that day they had met high up on that rugged mountain when she had shared the magnificent view and his coffee with him.

'Have we ever met before? ' she asked at last with a measure of pleading uncertainty in her voice.

'We may have, ' he replied evenly, making no effort to pretend that he did not understand her as he propped himself up on one elbow. 'The possibility disturbs you, doesn't it? '

'I can't shake off the feeling that I've known you before. ' She observed him closely, her eyes searching behind the tinted lenses, but his ruggedly handsome face remained expressionless. 'Am I completely wrong in thinking so? ' she persisted urgently.

He was silent for a considerable length of time, and she began to think that he had no intention of replying to her query, but then, when she was about to repeat her question, he sighed and sat up with a casual arm resting on one raised knee.

'No, you're not wrong, ' he said abruptly, and Roxy found it difficult to suppress the excitement that churned through her.

'We have met before, then? '

'Yes. '

'Often? '

'Quite often. '

She waited expectantly, her glance curious and searching, then she observed a little dryly, 'For one who has professed the desire to help me regain my memory, you're not forwarding much information, are you? '

His mouth twisted as if in a smile, but it never quite reached his eyes. 'I was warned to take care. '

'Warned? ' she frowned, sitting up straight. 'Warned by whom? '

'Your father. '

'My father knew, then, who you were that first evening when we saw you at dinner here in the hotel? ' she asked incredulously, watching his face intently, but it remained expressionless, and something cold began to twine itself about her heart.

'Your father knew, yes, ' he admitted.

Her mouth twisted bitterly. 'I must say I never thought my father had it in him to be such an excellent actor! '

'Don't be annoyed with him, ' James smiled faintly for the first time. 'We were both acting on Dr Gordon's and Dr Vaughn's advice. '

Suspicion became interwoven with bitterness as a picture of a different kind began to unfold before her. 'This little holiday was planned for me, then, between the four of you? '

'You could say so, yes, ' James admitted readily, but when he saw the expression on her face he added quickly, 'We had only your own interests at heart, I assure you. '

'Then you have some kind of therapy in mind? ' she probed with a new-found cynicism. 'Last night, for instance. Was that part of the planned therapy to help me regain those lost two months? '

He was on his knees beside her in an instant, his eyes burning angrily into hers, and his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. 'Dammit, Roxy, I could shake you! '

She waited for him to fit the action to the words, but instead he whipped off her glasses and dragged her up against him to kiss her with a thoroughness that left her breathless and dizzy.

'That wasn't done on anyone's instructions, ' he blazed down at her when he raised his head. 'I've kissed you because I've had the desire to do so, and for no other reason. Given half a chance, I'd do much more than that. '

'Oh! ' she gasped, colouring with acute embarrassment. 'We're back on the subject of seduction again. '

'By your own choice, yes, you little witch, ' he laughed suddenly, and then she was being kissed in a way that drew a wild response from her.

Without taking his mouth from hers, he lowered her on to the grass and their bodies seemed to melt together. His hands were beneath her sweater, warm and persuasive against her skin, but she struggled beneath him when his fingers fumbled with the catch of her bra.

'Don't... please! ' she begged, and he released her at once. She sat up and pushed unsteady fingers through her short auburn hair as she tried to reach beyond the shadows of her mind. 'Were we—I mean, was there ‑ '

'We weren't lovers, if that's what you mean, ' he laughed harshly. 'You were always a prickly customer at the best of times. '

Roxy digested this information with a feeling of relief while she observed him through lowered lashes. 'You know about my having an operation, of course. '

His mouth tightened. 'Yes, I know. '

'Why don't I remember you? ' she asked, probing his strong features with a frowning concentration.

'You'll remember in time. '

'So everyone tells me, but I'm beginning to despair, ' she sighed irritably, jumping to her feet and walking towards the edge of the stream where the overhanging branch of the tree almost touched the clear, swift-flowing water. 'It's been months now since I had that operation, and I still don't recall a thing about those weeks before I went into the clinic. '

'Don't worry about it, and don't try to force it, ' James advised, coming up behind her, and she swung round agitatedly to face him.

'Why didn't you tell me right from the start that we'd known each other? '

'Your father advised me not to. ' His expression had become shuttered once more. 'He was afraid it might upset you, and I agreed to wait until a suitable opportunity arose to tell you. '

Roxy wondered suddenly how much was still being kept from her for fear of upsetting her, and she wondered, too, if James would know anything about the mysterious Marcus Fleming whom she was supposed to have known so well that her father had thought her in love with him. A coldness seemed to seep into her veins, and she shivered involuntarily. What kind of woman was she that she could have forgotten someone she was supposed to have loved? And what was this physical attraction she felt for a man she had known only a few days, but who now proclaimed that she had known him for some time before her operation? Had she perhaps been playing Marcus and James off against each other? Professing to love the one, while she found physical excitement with the other? Just how despicable had she become during those weeks she could not remember? The colour drained from her cheeks, and she swayed on her feet in the effort to remember, but the only result was that throbbing ache at her temples that made her wince inwardly.

Strong hands steadied her, and a deep voice said with unexpected gentleness, 'Take it easy, Roxy. It won't do any good to learn too much too soon. Be patient a little longer, and try to think of nothing other than making this a holiday to remember. '

Strangely enough, Roxy took his advice, and when James drove her back to Johannesburg in his Lamborghini at the end of those memorable two weeks, she felt relaxed and at ease, and no longer guilty at the way she reacted to the man seated beside her. She studied his strong profile with eyes that still carefully veiled her feelings, and she wondered once again how she could have forgotten a man with such a dynamic personality. She realised suddenly that, although he seemed to know so much about her, she knew virtually nothing about him. His authoritative manner indicated that he was a man in a position of leadership, but he could be a motor mechanic for all she knew.

Her glance travelled to the hands resting on the steering wheel. They were strong and competent hands with short, clean fingernails, and although they indicated that he had done some heavy work in his time, there was no indication that they were the hands of a labourer.

He turned his head briefly, and she blushed when she realised that she had been caught staring. His hand came down on to her knee, making her colour deepen when he asked casually, 'Are you comfortable? '

'How could one not be comfortable in a luxurious car such as this? '

His hand moved half way up her thigh with a deliberate sensuality before he returned it to the steering wheel and, as always; his touch had a shattering effect on her. Her pulses raced, her colour deepened, and it was some considerable time before she managed to control her rapid breathing.

They stopped for lunch along the way at a drive-in restaurant, and when they returned to the car to continue their journey, he helped her into her seat and leaned over her to fasten the seat belt. He did not move away at once, and kissed her long and lingeringly in full view of anyone who cared to notice, but she was too bemused to care at that moment what people might think.

Her heightened colour seemed to amuse him, and when he climbed in beside her and started the car, he smiled at her a little mockingly and said: 'I think what intrigues me most about you is the way you blush. Not many women do these days, but then most of them are married or have had affairs at your age, which does do away with some of those delightful virginal qualities men still hope to find in women. '

Roxy placed her cool hands against her hot cheeks as the Lamborghini picked up speed on the main road to Johannesburg. No man, as far as she could recall, had ever spoken to her as frankly as James had done about matters which she had never even dared to mention in front of her father, and never had her father uttered sexually inclined statements in her company. James, however, had spoken of rape, seduction, and virginity as if they were subjects one would normally discuss across the breakfast table, but there was more to it than that. His most innocent remarks, and everything about him, in fact, suggested to her a sensuality that excited her sexually in a way that alarmed her at times.

'Have I shocked you? ' James interrupted her thoughts, and she lowered her hands swiftly to her lap.

'I've long since discovered that you seem to delight in shocking me, ' she replied, averting her eyes.

'And I've discovered that you're as innocent as a babe where physical relationships between men and women are concerned, ' he countered swiftly.

'Is that so terrible? '

'It's a rare occurrence these days, that's all, ' he shrugged it off.

'I was brought up to believe in certain principles, and I suppose you would say I'm inhibited, but I can't change that—not even to be fashionable. '

'A pity. ' His smile was brief and mocking. 'I would enjoy being your tutor if you should ever change your mind. '

Her throat tightened. 'What you're offering me is an affair, I take it? '

'Would you prefer a proposal of marriage? '

•No, ' she replied at once, not quite sure why her heart should be beating so fast while she observed him closely. 'You're not the marrying sort. Besides, you, like variety. '

Those last words echoed through her mind with a bruising familiarity, and she leaned back against her seat, pale and shaken as if she had seen a ghost. James glanced at her at that moment, and pulled the car off the road at once.

'What is it, Roxy? ' he demanded, undoing his seat belt and leaning towards her with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

'Someone said that once, but who, and where? ' she whispered hoarsely, pressing her fingertips against her throbbing temples. 'Oh, if only I could remember! '

'Relax, ' he ordered, taking her hands away from her face and placing an arm about her shoulders. 'Let it come naturally. '

She sat motionless for a moment, then she pressed her face into his broad, oddly comforting shoulder. 'James, I... I'm afraid. '

'Afraid of what? ' he questioned, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair in a manner that soothed her considerably.

'I wish I knew, but... ' She raised her head, then, and stared up into his face which was just centimetres from hers. 'Could it be that something happened— something so disturbing that I'm afraid to remember because it—it may have been painful? '

'It's possible, ' he admitted grimly. 'Subconsciously, perhaps, you're afraid to face the truth, and it's your fear that may be preventing you from recalling that period before your operation. '

'Do you know of anything that may have happened? '

For a brief moment he looked uncomfortable, then he said abruptly, 'There was a misunderstanding. '

'Between you and me? ' she asked, holding her breath.

'Yes. '

'Did we sort it out? '

'It has been sorted out, yes, ' he said after another brief pause.

'And where does Marcus Fleming fit into those weeks I can't remember? ' she asked, curious to know more, but James seemed to go white about the mouth before he released her and started the car.

'That you'll have to ask him, ' he stated harshly, swinging the Lamborghini bade on to the road and putting his foot down on the accelerator.

'Do you know Marcus Fleming? ' she persisted doggedly, ignoring his obvious reluctance to discuss this shadowy figure from her past.

'Yes, I know him. '

'What's he like? '

'For God's sake, Roxy! ' James exploded with a fury that made her pale visibly.

'I'm sorry, ' she murmured apologetically, but, still not satisfied, she asked, 'Don't you like him, then? '

She saw the muscles in his jaw harden as if he were controlling his anger with difficulty. 'I don't like myself at the moment, so shut up and let me concentrate on my driving. '

Roxy did not question him further after that, and the rest of their journey was completed in a strained silence that made her suspect that James actually knew more than he was willing to tell her. It was all totally bewildering, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

They arrived in Johannesburg late that afternoon, and when her rambling home with its whitewashed walls came into view, she could not suppress the shiver of excitement that rippled through her. Her father hurried down the steps to welcome them, but a golden labrador streaked past him and beat him to it.

'Sheba, you darling! ' Roxy cried as she stepped out of the car and submitted to the tumultuous welcome from the faithful animal. Sheba whined and barked excitedly, wagging her tail at a furious pace, then she saw James taking Roxy's suitcase out of the boot of the car, and, to Roxy's surprise, he received a similar welcome. Roxy hugged and kissed her father, then she turned once more to watch this phenomenon.

'That's odd, ' she remarked at last. 'Sheba doesn't usually take to strangers with such enthusiasm, but then, I suppose, you're not a stranger to her. '

'No, I'm not, but she liked me from the start, and it was, perhaps, because she sensed that I happen to like animals, ' James told her casually as he straightened and extended a hand towards her father. 'Good afternoon, Theodore. '

'Hello... er... James. ' Her father cleared his throat self-consciously as if something had embarrassed him. 'Thank you for taking care of Roxy and bringing her home safely. '

'It was my pleasure, ' James smiled briefly.

'Hey! ' Roxy exclaimed indignantly, glancing from one to the other and finally settling her green, accusing gaze on her father. 'You make that sound as though James had been employed to play nursemaid! '

'I wasn't employed to do anything of the kind, ' James intervened reprovingly. 'So stop being so prickly. '

'Come in and have something cool to drink, ' Theodore interrupted hastily.

'Forgive me, but I must be on my way, ' James declined the offer politely, then he glanced at Roxy, his expression unfathomable. 'I'll see you again. '

'James! ' she cried anxiously, gripping his arm when he was about to turn towards his car. 'Do you mean that? You will come and see me again? '

'I'll see you again, ' he repeated, smiling mockingly down into her eyes now as he carefully disengaged her hand from his arm. 'My therapy hasn't been successful yet, has it? '

Roxy watched the Lamborghini kicking up gravel as it sped down the drive, then her eyes clouded with pain. Was that the only reason he would want to see her again? Because he had not yet succeeded in helping her to regain her memory?

A hand touched her shoulder. 'Come inside, my dear. I'm longing to hear all about your holiday. '

She nodded absently, and Theodore picked up her suitcase in silence before escorting her into the house with Sheba following close at their heels.

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