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flickering between her eyes and mouth, causing Lori to break out in goosebumps. She dug her fingernails painfully into her palms.
    ‘Look...’ he broke the silence first before she interrupted.
    ‘Listen let's forget about it, just take it,’ she looked at the icy pack in his hand, ‘I'll pretend I didn't see a thing.’
    Not from the pain in her hands Lori felt tears begin to prick the back of her eyelids. She didn't want the stupid ice lolly, she didn't even want to be here. The whole situation was beyond ridiculous. In the space of a weekend she had been drugged by her best friend, stuck her tongue down the throat of a gay man, flown to the other side of the world and unwittingly become the owner of a run down and most likely non too lucrative village shop.
    Tears begun flowing down her cheeks and she hiccupped and snorted like a mad woman. Great. Just to top it off, she was stood in front of an incredibly beautiful semi-naked man, albeit for a completely benign reason, for the first time in forever, and all she managed to do was blow snot bubbles. Nice.
    She turned and ran back out the door she'd just come through.
    It didn't take too long to find a safer way to climb down off the rock platform and onto the beach than the route the dog had opted for. There, Lori sat in the wet sand at the water's edge and waited for him to leave. Her eyes stung from washing away her tears with salty water, yet she was fairly certain she could see the silhouette of his surfboard moving slowly up the hill away from the shop.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Lori surveyed the contents of her suitcase which was now strewn across both the bed and the floor, she had unpacked as moodily as she’d packed, irritated at letting her emotions get the better of her so many times in recent days. Four pairs of knickers just weren’t going to cut it in this heat, even if they were black she reckoned, adding locate washing machine and shop for pants to her mental to-do list.
    Hidden underneath a pile of mismatched bikini bottoms and tops, all two sizes too small, Lori found the travel adapter she’d paid far too much for at Heathrow Airport and headed down to the kitchen with her laptop to do some research.
     
    While she waited for the screen to come to life Lori flicked the kettle on and poked around in the cupboards. Everything in the kitchen seemed much as it did in the rest of the house, unfinished. At one end of the bench top, a jumble of handles sat waiting to be screwed on to the cabinet doors. Three different sized screwdrivers sat beside the pile. Typical, thought Lori. The only job Jack appeared to have ever completed in his life was living.
    It struck her at that moment that she didn’t know exactly how he’d died. To most people it would have been their first question, but not to Lori, this was the first time it’d come to mind. She figured he’d probably just followed in the footsteps of her mother. When he’d had enough, he’d had enough.
    In a cupboard set aside for crockery and large cobwebs Lori cautiously retrieved a mug and poured herself a cup of tea. She ducked into the shop to grab a bag of sugar.
    Beside the cash register, on a pile of paper bags reserved for the Jurassic sweets, Jenny had left a note. Emergency at the school, will catch up with you later this afternoon. Don’t forget to go see your father’s solicitor – Robert Matthison at 1pm to sign paperwork. Lori tore it off and stuffed it into the back pocket of her shorts. Untangling a pen tied to the bottom of the till she wrote on the clean bag underneath, I. O. ME – One bag of sugar.
    Perched on a stool beside the counter Lori keyed her password into the laptop hoping someone in the street would have an unsecured wireless signal that she could tap into. Bingo! Apparently FoxyNonna lived somewhere nearby and didn’t mind a bit of unprotected wireless routing.
    According to Google, Lori discovered that Robert Matthison LLB, the Bob that Jenny must have been