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look in her eyes when he’d shouted at her. He’d have to apologise to her tomorrow.
    The fact that it irritated him having a stranger looking through their books and assessing the business wasn’t her fault either. She was just doing her job. Looking after the interests of her client Worldsend Enterprises. But would they turn out to be in the interest of Robertsons Riverside Services?
    A simple injection of cash was one thing. But a large investment coupled with a say on how the business was run — which was what Worldsend were suggesting — was something else entirely. No way were they going to get too large a say in the way the business was operated.
    Sitting there watching the toing and froing of various boats and dinghies, Will began to wonder what his life would be like if he ever had to leave. He couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Or a life that didn’t involve boats. But if Worldsend Enterprises turned out to be rogues or, heaven forbid, if Jack Pettyjohn succeeded in putting them out of business, he might have to rethink his life.
    Will glanced at the caller ID as his mobile rang. Doug, owner of a fifty-foot sailing boat and a regular customer.
    â€œHad to leave the boat over in Jersey last month because of the bad weather and now I’m too busy to get over and pick her up. Can you sail her back for me this week Will?”
    Mentally Will ticked off the jobs he had to do by the end of the week. Could he fit this extra job in? Be another injection of much needed cash to put towards finishing the barge.
    After agreeing to collect the yacht, Will began to get organised. First and foremost he had to tell Ben. Assure him that the yard work would get done. Then he’d need to organise somebody to crew. Pity about his cousin Angie; she’d always crewed for him in the past on deliveries but now she had the B&B it was out of the question. It would have to be Lisa if she was available.
    Which she would be. Lisa was always available whenever he asked, which made him feel uncomfortable and he tried not to ask too often. Usually he made sure he only asked her when he needed two or more crew, not wanting to work alone with her, but he knew this delivery job was too short notice for any of his other regular crew. Besides, the boat’s size meant he only needed one extra pair of hands.
    Lisa had never made any secret of the fact that she fancied him rotten and would do anything to please him, but try as he might, Will just couldn’t respond. She was a nice girl but simply not his type. She was a good sailor though and an efficient crew member. Just what he needed for this job.
    He pressed her number. It was only a short crossing from Jersey. Shouldn’t be a problem.
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    Polly spent the next few days studying the boatyard’s account books and investigating the business. Because there was no room at the boatyard office for her to work, Lillian had agreed to her bringing the books back to The Captain’s Berth to work on them there. She did insist though that Polly took them back every evening and collected them again in the morning.
    Working in her room had meant there had been no chance of bumping into Will, something she’d wanted to avoid after his outburst in the boatyard. She didn’t need the hassle of dealing with a bad-tempered man, however good looking. Apparently though he’d been away collecting a yacht so wasn’t around anyway. Due back sometime this evening, Lillian told her when she’d returned the books to the boatyard.
    This evening, after an early dinner with Angie, she’d done some research on the internet for another of her clients. She’d also answered a query from a potential client who wanted costings for her to prepare some publicity and press releases for a new restaurant. Hopefully that work would be waiting for her when she returned home. For the last hour though she’d been concentrating on the spreadsheets