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evening.’
    ‘There’s no way you could do that,’ he assured her, and tapped the menu. ‘So what would you like to start?’
    Sarah cast an eye down the list. ‘These all sound so tempting. I adore this kind of thing, but if I order one I never get through a main course.’
    ‘Then don’t have a main course. I vote we choose two or three starters each, then share the lot.’
    ‘Can we do that?’ she said, smiling in delight.
    ‘You can do anything you like,’ he assured her softly, with no smile at all.

CHAPTER THREE
    P REPARED from the first to enjoy the evening, Sarah found her pleasure increased by the minute as they worked their way through baby asparagus wrapped in parma ham, crab cakes, a millefeuille of goat’s cheese with roasted red peppers, spicy chorizo sausage, fettucine with smoked salmon, and a platter of home-baked bread. And she was well aware that not all her enjoyment came from the food. The intimate process of dipping into each other’s plates was an ice-breaker which rapidly created a rapport between them new to Sarah since her student days.
    ‘Have some bread to fill up the corners,’ said Jake, buttering a slice for her.
    ‘This was a brilliant idea,’ she assured him indistinctly. ‘Are you sure you won’t have more corners to fill? This is a pretty light meal by average male standards.’
    ‘I object to the label of average male,’ he retorted, grinning. ‘Anyway, I ate a large lunch. How about you?’
    ‘I eat a sandwich at my desk every day.’ She shrugged. ‘As I said, I finish work at three, so I never take a lunch break.’
    He frowned as he speared a slice of chorizo. ‘Don’t you get tired without a proper break?’
    ‘I’ve been doing it for years. I’m used to it.’
    ‘So, besides work, what else do you do?’
    ‘Cinema, theatre, and so on. Usually with women-friends.’ She hesitated. ‘And until recently I went out with a man on a more or less regular basis.’
    ‘What happened?’
    ‘He jilted me last Tuesday.’
    ‘Good God, why?’ demanded Jake blankly.
    Sarah’s eyes danced. ‘He found someone else. Besides, he felt he wasn’t cut out to be a stepfather.’
    Jake eyed her searchingly. ‘Was there any likelihood of that?’
    ‘Not the remotest chance! It wasn’t that kind of relationship. Besides, Davy didn’t like him. Though my grandmother did.’
    ‘Is your grandmother’s approval vital to you?’
    ‘Fortunately, no, because it’s hard to come by where I’m concerned. Her soft spot is reserved for Davy.’
    He pushed the asparagus towards her. ‘You have that; I’m not keen on it.’
    ‘Really? I love it. I’ll swap for the chorizo.’ Sarah eyed the plates with respect. ‘These are all very generous for starters.’ She looked up in sudden suspicion. ‘Wait a minute. Did you—?’
    ‘I told them to be generous,’ he said, unrepentant. ‘At lunch today I was given allegedly king prawns the size of my thumbnail for a first course, so it seemed best to be on the safe side tonight.’
    Sarah shook her head, laughing, and applied herself with relish to the asparagus.
    ‘Do you see much of your grandmother?’
    ‘We live with her.’ Sarah explained the arrangement in Campden Road.
    His lips twitched. ‘Did you tell her how we met?’
    Sarah laughed. ‘I could hardly avoid it. She was there when I arrived looking like a drowned rat.’
    His eyes locked on hers. ‘I’m sorry I knocked youover. But on the plus side, if I hadn’t I wouldn’t have met you. And, as must be perfectly obvious to you, Sarah Tracy, I’m very glad I have.’
    ‘So am I.’
    Their eyes held for a couple of heartbeats, then Jake said abruptly, ‘How about some pudding? They do a great one here with pecans and honey ice-cream. But you must eat a whole one yourself, or you don’t get coffee.’
    ‘I don’t want coffee, but I will eat the pudding,’ she assured him, because ordering it and waiting for it, and eating it, meant more time spent