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and a little something to try and compensate for the horrendous start. Come on in.’
    He followed her, and she handed him the bottle and the card. ‘It’s nothing special, but I thought it might help to balance things out.’ He gave a quizzical smile, and shook his head slowly. ‘Ah, Daisy, I think you’ve done far more than a bottle of bubbly ever could. I just can’t thank you enough for today,’ he said softly. ‘You’ve been amazing. Bless you.’
    She felt her cheeks heat, and flashed him a quick smile before turning away and heading for the kitchen. ‘It was nothing,’ she said, grabbing the kettle like a lifeline and shoving it under the tap. ‘You’re welcome. To be honest, I’m hugely relieved you aren’t a property developer or crazy DIY-er who’s going to do something awful to devalue my house! Well, at least I hope you’re not.’
    He chuckled. ‘Well, I’ll try not to, but I’m not having much luck so far! This is a lovely house, though. It gives me hope for mine.’
    â€˜They’ve both got most of their original features. That’s really rare. I hope you’re going to keep them?’
    â€˜Oh, definitely. That was one of the reasons I bought it. Luckily I’d budgeted for the kitchen and bathroom.’ His mouth quirked, and she felt her heart hitch. It was ridiculous! They’d been working together all day without a problem, but here, in the intimate setting of her kitchen…
    â€˜So—how’s Clare now?’
    â€˜Fine,’ she said, clutching the change of topic like a lifeline. Work she could deal with. ‘She’s settling, her blood pressure’s already coming down, her urine output’s up and she’s feeling a lot better. And the baby’s doing well.’
    â€˜Good. For what it’s worth and off the record, I wouldhave delivered her on Friday, too, looking at the notes in more detail. Just in case she’d flared up at the weekend. She was lucky.’
    She spun round, eyes wide, and stared at him. He agreed with her? ‘Really?’
    â€˜Really. You were justifiably cautious.’
    She felt something warm unfurling inside her, and she smiled. ‘Thank you,’ she said softly.
    â€˜My pleasure. Have you eaten?’
    â€˜No. I picked up a ready meal on the way home and I’m just about to cook it, but it’s only enough for one or I’d offer to share. Sorry.’
    â€˜Don’t worry. I was going to take you out. I owe you dinner, remember?’
    She flushed again. ‘Ben, I was joking.’
    â€˜Well, I wasn’t, and you’d be doing me a favour. I’ve got no food in the house, my kitchen’s destroyed and I’m starving. I haven’t eaten anything today except that sticky bun, and low blood sugar makes me grumpy.’
    â€˜Oh, well, we wouldn’t want you grumpy,’ she said, going belly-up with a grin, and tried to tell herself she was only doing it as a favour to her boss and her pathetically easy submission was nothing to do with those gorgeous blue eyes, or the rippling muscles she’d seen as he’d pulled off his scrub top on the way through to the changing rooms after he’d delivered Clare.
    Nothing to do with that at all…
    They went to the bistro on the waterfront.
    It had uninterrupted views of the sea, good food and it was close enough to walk to.
    Not that they could see the sea, really, this late in the evening, but they could hear it as they walked along the prom, the soft rush of the waves surging up the shore, thesuck on the shingle as the water receded, and they could smell it, the tang of salt sharp in the moist air.
    â€˜I love the sea,’ she told him. ‘I don’t think I could live anywhere landlocked.’
    â€˜You want to try the Yorkshire Dales. It takes a good hour or more to get to the coast.’
    â€˜But it’s worth it when