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but he sent his eldest son back to England to finish his education at Cambridge. Since then it’s become a kind of family tradition that in each generation the eldest son of the eldest son should go there.
    ‘My father went. That’s where he met and fell in love with my mother. She was a law student too, but in her second year she was forced to leave when she became pregnant. They got married as soon as they knew, and I was born at my grandparents’ house in Spitewinter.
    ‘Shortly afterwards, my father graduated and took my mother and me back to the States with him. But it hadn’t been an easy birth—something had gone wrong—and she never fully recovered. After she died, he could scarcely bear to look at me. It was almost as if he blamed me for her death.’
    ‘I see,’ Zander said slowly. ‘But, now you’ve taken the place of the son he never had, presumably you’ve grown closer?’
    Caris shook her head regretfully. ‘I’m afraid you could never call the relationship I have with my father close .’
    ‘But you get on okay with him as a rule?’
    ‘Reasonably well, while I’m willing to be a dutiful daughter and not cross him.’
    Zander frowned. ‘I find it difficult to believe he’s not proud of you.’
    ‘Perhaps he is, a little. But I’ve still got a long way to go to get where he wants me to be.’
    ‘Where’s that?’
    ‘It’s his dream that one day I’ll become a top-class barrister.’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Don’t sound so surprised.’
    ‘I wouldn’t have figured you as a barrister.’
    ‘You don’t think I have the brains?’
    ‘Such a thought never entered my head. It’s just that I’ve always considered a top-class barrister must have a certain hardness, the ability to remain detached, uninvolved emotionally.
    ‘I can easily believe you’re level-headed and clever but, though I still don’t know you well, I have a gut feeling that you’re too tender-hearted to make it a comfortable profession.’
    ‘Now should I be flattered or insulted?’ she wondered aloud.
    He laughed. ‘Please, take it as a compliment.’
    At that moment their first course arrived. It proved to be a very tasty lobster bisque, and apart from an occasional remark they fell silent as they did justice to it.
    It was followed by a tender steak served with a delicious cheureuil sauce, and they ended with a fruit and cream cheesecake that was light as a dream. As soon as their plates had been whisked away, the attentive waiter brought coffee, chocolates and a small trolley holding a selection of liqueurs.
    ‘Which would you prefer?’ Zander asked. ‘Brandy? Cointreau? Benedictine?’
    ‘I like Benedictine,’ Caris admitted. ‘But as I’ve already had at least two glasses of champagne I’m not sure if it would be wise.’
    ‘Well, as you won’t be driving, I can’t see the harm. And it may help you get a good night’s sleep in spite of the ankle.’
    Taking that as a yes, the waiter poured a generous amount of Benedictine into one of the glasses. Then with the bottle poised he enquired, ‘And for you, sir?’
    Zander shook his head. ‘Nothing for me, thanks.’
    When the waiter had departed, with no need for small talk they sipped their coffee in companionable silence, looking out over the dusky garden.
    A warm evening breeze drifted by, carrying with it the fragrance of roses, lavender and the haunting scent of rosemary.
    With a sigh, Caris turned to her host and said, ‘That was the best meal I can ever remember having.’
    In the flickering candlelight, Zander smiled at her. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it.’
    He had good teeth—nicely shaped, gleaming white and healthy—and his mouth was beautiful, she thought, the top lip ascetic, the fuller lower lip more sensuous.
    She was still staring, caught by the sexiness of it, when he added approvingly, ‘It’s a pleasure to have dinner with a woman who appreciates good food and doesn’t want to chatter all through the meal.’
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