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they’ve attacked his house. I’m glad he’s going away this weekend.”
    Gemma cupped her hands around her cooling mug of tea. “Apparently the location he’s using for the filming is top secret. Only the forest rangers will know exactly where we are, so I guess we’ll be safe enough.” She hoped they would be. She was no coward, but she didn’t fancy coming face-to-face with unhinged activists on an isolated lakeside fell.
    â€œAre you sure you still want to go with him?” Nathalie’s blue eyes, so much like Jerome’s, appraised her.
    â€œHey, I wanted adventure and excitement, didn’t I?” Gemma squashed her reservations to the back of her mind and smiled at her friend.
    â€œI think you two deserve one another. You’re both equally crazy.” Nathalie shook her head and held out her hand for Gemma’s empty mug. The shop bell pealed once more as new customers stepped inside.
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    Gemma packed carefully for her trip. Jerome had rung her during the week with a list of things she would need to take. Now that her backpack was stuffed to capacity and having felt its weight, she hoped they weren’t going to be hiking too far up the mountainside.
    A rummage in the cupboard under the stairs had unearthed her old walking boots. She’d been wearing them around the house every night when she’d got home from the shop to soften the leather so her feet wouldn’t blister. With the dust polished off them and some thick socks they were almost comfortable again.
    While she had been seeing Carl, she’d given up a lot of the things she used to enjoy just so she could be with him. She sank down on the sofa and stared at the nut-brown toes of her boots as she realized just how much she’d altered in trying to be the perfect woman for Carl.
    Was that when she’d become boring? When she’d stopped going walking because Carl preferred to go out to watch football games? When she’d stopped going to her readers’ group because Carl liked to go to the pub on Monday nights?
    Gemma sighed. Carl had been wrong about her being boring - she’d been worse. She’d been clingy and spineless. She absent-mindedly chewed on her thumbnail. The challenge wouldn’t be climbing a mountain and spending time alone with Jerome. The real challenge would be in rediscovering herself.
    The purr of her doorbell jerked her out of her reverie, sending her hurrying into the hall.
    â€œAre you all set to go?” Jerome leaned against the doorjamb.
    â€œAll packed and done. I’ll get my jacket.” She wished her voice didn’t sound so breathily excited. She’d opened the door with the resolve of appearing cool and prepared, like the kind of girl who thought nothing of living out of a backpack or eating beans around a campfire. Then she saw Jerome, dark and brooding on her doorstep, and she morphed into a girly-girl once more.
    â€œYou did remember to pack light, didn’t you?” Jerome raised an eyebrow as he watched her strain to lift the backpack from the floor of her lounge.
    â€œEssentials only, just like you said.” Gemma hoped he wasn’t about to insist on a kit inspection. He might not agree with some of the items she classed as essential.
    â€œOkay, but I’ll remind you that you’re the one who’s going to be carrying it.”
    Gemma smiled by way of a reply and picked her keys up from the coffee table. “I’m ready.”
    Jerome shook his head, a small smile playing about his lips as he joined her in the hallway. Gemma set her house alarm and followed Jerome out to his car. The boot and the backseat were packed full of equipment. Tents, sleeping bags, and camera bags jostled for space. Jerome took her backpack from her as if it were as light as a feather and secured it in place.
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    Jerome sneaked a quick glance at Gemma once they were safely on the motorway. She was dressed