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he can jolly well think again. I sweep the sunhat off my head and wave it back and forth, first in greeting, then to mime how hot the day is by fanning my face enthusiastically and blowing out my cheeks.
    I lift the long hair from the back of my neck and weave saucily as I move towards the edge of the field and preen more than I have ever done in my life. Laurent laughs and pretends to spit on his hands one at a time and slick his hair back, followed by his eyebrows. He joins in my antics readily as I knew he would. He knows me well. He knows when I am kidding around. We laugh hysterically at our little joke.
    “ Bonjour , Laurent,” I shout across the field. We blow kisses to one another. “ Comment va tu ?”
    “ Bien. C’est chaud .” Laurent’s comment on the hot weather is made extra suggestive by the way he glances, grinning, between Jack and me.
    I’m literally bouncing up and down on my toes in excitement, noting second by second how annoyed Jack is becoming at my over-familiarity with the handsome young farmhand. Other workers begin to notice us, stop working and wave and call out in greeting too. I get a couple of admiring wolf-whistles and curtsey provocatively in reply.
    My excessive display is actually making me feel quite dizzy but it is more to do with the heat and the fact I haven’t eaten or slept worth a lick in days, than that I’m beside myself with joy at seeing Laurent and the estate workers again. But Jack doesn’t need to know that. The more I feel his tension rise, the smugger I get. He owes me a little torment.
    The men and I exchange more pleasantries, shouting back and forth, and I know, whatever the state of his French, Jack’s ear hasn’t attuned itself yet to the local countryside dialect and inflection or their speed of delivery so he has no idea how familiar we are being with each other. Or not. He’ll think the worst which is good enough for me.
    “Enough.” Jack finally grabs the hat out of my hand and plonks it back on my head again. He pulls the brim down so low over my face I can no longer see across the fields or my face be seen by anyone in them. He grabs my hand in his and pulls me so close in beside him I can no longer wave or jump around. His arm goes around my shoulders and he hugs me against his chest holding tightly onto one of my hands as he walks me quickly onwards. He pulls my other arm behind him and stuffs my hand in his back pocket where he traps it securely with his.
    He’s staking his claim to me. It’s a clear statement of ownership. No mixed messages here. I have to pinch my lips together so I don’t laugh out loud. Jack is jealous. This makes me happier than I have been in days. I’m practically dizzy with delight and the bonus is that Jack will think my changed mood is due to Laurent and the men.
    He doesn’t mention it again but I know he’s seething quietly all the way along the track.
    “What day did you arrive here?” He positively interrogates me. I can almost hear him calculating the opportunity I have had to socialise with these lusty young farmers.
    “Monday. Straight from Belvedere. I won’t stay where I’m clearly not wanted.” I just had to say it. I want him to think I have had all the opportunity in the world. “Three’s a crowd.”
    I swear I hear him growl under his breath which thrills me no end.
    He doesn’t let go of his firm hold on me until we are well past the occupied fields. By then I’m getting so hot and sweaty clamped up against Jack’s burning torso I’m about to pass out. I stagger as my knees buckle.
    “Christ, Tabitha. Are you alright?” He supports my weight easily.
    “I’ll be alright in a minute. I just need to sit in the shade.”
    “You’re dehydrated.” He settles me in the shadow beneath the canopy of a huge chestnut tree. I see him look up and down the track pondering if it’s quicker to go back to the farmhands for water or to run on to the farmhouse.
    I point up the road towards the