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just don’t want you to go to any more trouble.’
    ‘It’s no trouble, the rooms are already made up. Where do you want these?’
    ‘Ah.’ She eyed the presents. ‘Can you find somewhere for them that’s not my room? Just to be on the safe side.’
    ‘Sure. If you need the cloakroom it’s at the end of the hall.’
    He picked up all her bags and went out, and she let out her breath on another sigh. She hadn’t realised she’d been holding it again, and the slackening of tension when he left the room was a huge relief.
    She felt a tug on her sweater. ‘Mummy, more biscuit.’
    ‘No, Josh. You can’t have any more. You won’t eat your supper.’
    ‘Supper at G’annie’s house?’ he said hopefully, and she shook her head, watching his face fall.
    ‘No, darling, we’re staying here. Grannie sends you her love and a great big kiss and she’ll see you tomorrow, if it’s stopped snowing.’ Which it had better have done soon. She scooped him up and kissed him.
    ‘I tell you what, why don’t we play hide and seek?’ she suggested, trying to inject some excitement into her voice, and he giggled and squirmed down. As she counted to ten he disappeared under the table, his little rump sticking out between the chair legs.
    ‘I hiding! Mummy find me!’
    ‘Oh! Where’s he gone? Josh? Jo-osh, where are you?’ she called softly, in a sing-song voice, and pretended to look. She opened the door Sebastian had got the biscuits from, and found a pantry cupboard laden with goodies. Heavens, he was right, they were ready for a siege! The shelves were groaning with expensive food from exclusive London shops like Fortnum’s and Harrods, and the contents of the pantry were probably equal to her annual food budget.
    She shut the door quickly and went back to her ‘search’ for the giggling child. ‘Jo-osh! Where are you?’
    She opened another cupboard, and found an enormous built-in fridge, then behind the next door a huge crockery cupboard. It was an exquisitely made hand-built painted kitchen, every piece custom made of solid wood and beautifully constructed, finished in a muted grey eggshell that went perfectly with the cream walls and the black slate floor. And rather than granite, the worktops were made of oiled wood—more traditional, softer than granite, warmer somehow.
    The whole effect was classy and elegant at the same time as being homely and welcoming, and it was also well designed, an efficient working triangle. He’d done it properly—or someone had—
    ‘Mummy! I here!’
    ‘Josh? Goodness, I’m sure I can hear you, but I can’t see you anywhere!’
    ‘I under the table!’
    ‘Under the table?’
    She knelt down and peered through the legs of the chairs, bottom in the air, and of course that was how Sebastian found her when he came in a second later.
    ‘Georgie?’
    She closed her eyes briefly. Marvellous . She lifted her head and swiped her hair back out of her eyes as she sat back on her heels, her dignity in tatters. She could feel her cheeks flaming, and she swallowed hard. ‘Hi,’ she said, trying to smile. ‘We’re playing hide and seek.’
    He gave a soft, rueful laugh. ‘Nothing much changes, does it?’ he murmured, and she felt heat sweep over her body.
    They’d played hide and seek in the house often after that first time, and every time he’d found her, he’d kissed her.
    She remembered it vividly, so vividly, and she could feel her cheeks burning up.
    ‘Apparently not,’ she said, and got hastily to her feet, brushing the non-existent dust from her jeans, ridiculously flustered. ‘Um—I could probably do with changing his nappy. Where did you put our bags?’
    ‘In your room. It’s the one at the end of the landing on the right—do you want me to show you?’
    ‘That might be an idea.’
    Not because she needed showing, but because she didn’t want to be tempted to stray into his room. He would have the master suite in the middle at the front, overlooking the