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Please?’
    Graceful hands fluttered at empty chairs and Molly’s curiosity overtook her hostility. She pulled out a chair and sat.
    Sunita turned to Lexie, who had settled herself and her bump in the chair with the best view. ‘And you’re Alexa Gordon. I’m so pleased to meet you. Adam is such an admirer of your work. He has some large paintings – but then, you know that, of course.’
    Molly wondered, Is it because she is with Adam that I don’t want to like her?
    ‘What brings you here?’ Lexie asked.
    ‘Truthfully? I organised it as a surprise. Adam needed time off. He’s such a workaholic. I mean, really, he never stops. You must have found that too, Molly?’
    Molly blinked. She doesn’t know him well. If she knew him, she would not have brought him here. Not if she wanted his company .
    ‘I like your top,’ she blurted out, and was instantly annoyed at the inanity.
    ‘This old thing?’ Sunita squinted down at it. ‘I only brought it because I know Adam adores me in emerald. You know how he is, Molly. He just loves to pay compliments all the time.’
    Molly was thrown. She didn’t recognise an Adam who tossed compliments around. Or did she?
    She foraged in her memory banks for whispered admiration. ‘I love your hair.’ ‘You smell delicious.’ ‘You look beautiful in that.’ Had he once said such things and she’d just forgotten? Had there been a particular point at which he’d stopped?
    ‘How long have you been seeing Adam?’
    Sunita shrugged. ‘A few months.’
    Molly thought of the envelopes with the Blair King frank on the front that kept arriving at home. He’d known this woman for months, was serious enough to bring her here, yet the envelopes, with their nitpicking caveats, whomsoevers and whereats, were still arriving?
    ‘Well,’ she said, helping herself to a piece of Sunita’s toast, ‘have a great day, Sunita. I’m sure he’ll be back in time for dinner.’

Chapter Five
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    A lthough the descent should have been easier than the climb, the hill was steep in places and Adam had to scramble down with care. It would not be sensible to rick an ankle – or worse – out here on his own. Because of this, it was midday when he marched into the car park at the back of the hotel, his feet smarting and his legs alarmingly weak.
    Their room was locked and there was no response to his knock. He’d have to get a key from reception. Or perhaps Sunita was enjoying the sun down by the loch. Dumping his small backpack on the cedar walkway outside their room, he went back down the stairs to look for her.
    There were half a dozen people down on the foreshore. Lexie Gordon, her crimson hair unmistakeable, appeared to be painting. Several children were scrambling around on the rocks while a man was stretched out in the sunshine nearby. A woman, perched on a rock, her arms round her knees, was talking on a phone.
    It had to be Molly; he’d know that pale gold hair and the long back anywhere. Even the distant outline of her body excited him, just as it had years ago – only this time desire, being one-sided, hurt.
    Before he could think about what he was doing, he headed for the path across the field. Lexie remained oblivious, her concentration on her task absolute. What was she painting? Even Alexa Gordon’s rough sketches, these days, were worth good money; her partner Patrick Mulgrew had ensured that.
    He was a dozen paces away from Molly now, and there was still no sign that she was aware of his presence.
    ‘—I can’t believe you’re saying this. ... Don’t you dare tell me that ... Listen. Shut up for one minute and just listen, will you?’
    Molly was nettled.
    ‘No! We will not pick another date and we will not go ahead without you. You will clear whatever it is you have in your diary, and you will make sure you come to his lunch party. You and Adrienne and the boys. Do you understand me, Logan?’
    Adam had to stop himself smiling. Molly’s