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Euan couldn’t take his eyes off her.
    ` I always enjoy escaping to Ashburn to be re-energised,’ she explained when she saw his eyebrows raised in question. Euan longed to place his hands around her waist. His gaze moved higher, drawn to the peaks of her breasts straining against the cream silk of her blouse. His heart beats quickened. She smiled down at him then climbed in beside him with a graceful folding of her long legs.
    ` You should have been a dancer,’ he remarked.
    `Oh no,’ she grinned, shaking her head. ` Mother sent us for dancing lessons, piano lessons, skating, horse riding - anything she considered young ladies might be required to do.` She chuckled, a soft warm sound. `I’m afraid I was a disappointment on that front. I always preferred the horse riding and staying with my grandparents. My sister was the dancer. She won lots of competitions when we were young.’
    Euan realised he was already seeing a different side to Miss Fairfax. This was a relaxed Roseanne, as though she had cast off a restrictive skin along with her jacket. He looked forward to the day, with even more anticipation, and more than one day if he was lucky. He had known lots of glamorous women, and lots of hard boiled business women, but he had not encountered any as complex as Roseanne Fairfax appeared to be. He had a feeling she was going to prove a challenge he might find impossible to resist.
    He was a good driver, fast but safe, Rosanne admitted.
    ` We’ve made good time today,’ she said, `we should stop for a meal in Lockerbie and buy some provisions for you for the weekend.’
    ` I brought some of our own products – sausages, bacon, a steak pie.’
    ` I know. I phoned through to Eileen, in the packaging department. We always take some of our own stuff.’
    ` We?’
    ` Your Uncle often comes too if he's free.` She frowned, recalling Eileen’s teasing about spending the weekend with an attractive young man for a change, instead of being a companion to his uncle. Her reply had been sharper than she’d intended but she hoped it had put an end to Eileen’s romantic speculations.
    ` So what else do we need?’ Euan asked.
    ` Fresh vegetables to go with the steak pie. Bread. If you turn off at the next junction we could get lunch at the hotel before we go into the town.’
    ` If you say so Ma'm. Does that mean you’ll cook us an evening meal?’
    ` I'll cook a meal before I leave, but you’ll need food to fend for yourself tomorrow and Sunday. If you promise to run me back into Lockerbie tomorrow morning I could catch the early train. Mrs Lennox will be terribly vexed she’s missed you.’
    ` There’ll be plenty of weekends to meet Mrs Lennox. We’ll travel back together,’ he announced firmly. `That’s what we agreed.’
    ` On the contrary you suggested, but I don’t remember agreeing to anything. If it’s too much trouble, or if you want a long lie, tomorrow morning, Jock Macintyre will run me to the station, or William, his grandson, if he’s around.’
    ` How old is he and does he work at the farm, this fellow William?’
    ` He’s nearly eighteen. He’s doing exceptionally well at school. His parents want him to go to university but he loves the farm and the animals so he spends all his spare time helping his grandfather. We… he gets paid for helping out with seasonal work or with the winter feeding. They use a feeder wagon which weighs the various ingredients, such as silage and cereals and minerals, to make a balanced ration. It’s all mixed together automatically in the wagon, then they drive down the feed passage and the machine spouts the feed out for the cattle. The animals eat it through a barrier. Jock Macintyre is getting too old to manoeuvre big machines but William has a knack for it.’ She sighed and frowned a little. `Jock doesn’t want to retire but he’s going to miss William more than he realises if he does go to university. There will have to be some changes. We shall have to reach a