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empty.
    She was on her knees hunting through the cupboards for the packet she’d bought the day before when a shadow cut off the sunlight.
    It was too soon for her grandmother or Sorrel and she looked up expecting to see Geli, ready for a second helping of breakfast before going into Maybridge with her friends. And out of luck because the empty box on the table was the one she’d bought the day before.
    But it wasn’t Geli.
    The silhouette blocking out the light was that of Pink Van Man himself, but only momentarily, since he didn’t wait for an invitation but walked right in before she could ask him what the heck he thought he was doing.
    A fast learner.

CHAPTER THREE
    Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.
    â€”Rosie’s Diary
    S EAN M C E LROY looked so much bigger, so much more dangerous now that she was on her knees. Maybe he was aware of that because he bent to offer her a hand up, enveloping her in a waft of something masculine that completely obliterated the scent of the lilac.
    Old leather, motor oil, the kind of scents unknown in an all female household, and she found herself sucking it in like a starving kitten.
    Her eyes were level with a pair of narrow hips, powerful thighs encased in soft denim, closer to a man—at least one she wanted to be close to—than she’d been since she’d said goodbye to her dreams and taken a job working unsocial hours.
    â€˜How did you get in?’ she demanded.
    â€˜The gate was open.’
    Oh, great. She nagged about security but no one took her seriously. Except, of course, it wasn’t about that.
    Leaving the gate open was Geli’s silent protest against Elle’s flat refusal to take in any more four-footed friends, no matter how appealing. Why bother to shut the gate when there was no dog to keep off the road?
    She shook him off, cross, hot and bothered. ‘It’s not an invitation for anyone to walk in,’ she snapped, standing up without assistance.
    â€˜No? Just as well I closed it then,’ he said. ‘It could do with a new lock.’
    â€˜I could do with any number of new things, Mr McElroy. The one thing I don’t need is an old van. Can I hope that your arrival means you’ve realised your mistake and have come to take her home?’
    â€˜Sorry,’ he said.
    â€˜You don’t look it.’ He wasn’t smiling exactly, but she was finding it hard to hold onto her irritation.
    â€˜Would it help if I said that I honestly believed you were expecting her?’
    â€˜Really?’ she enquired. ‘And what part of “Go away and take Rosie with you” didn’t you understand?’
    He ignored the sarcasm. ‘I thought that once you’d opened the envelope it would make sense.’
    â€˜So why are you here now?’
    He shrugged. ‘I’m not sure. Just a feeling that something’s not quite right. Did Basil leave a note?’ he asked, nodding in the direction of the envelope. ‘I’m a bit concerned about him.’
    â€˜But not about me, obviously. Your little stunt last night could have cost me my job. Did you enjoy your salmon?’ she accused.
    â€˜I have to admit that the evening went downhill right after you dumped a basket of hot rolls in my lap,’ he said.
    â€˜I hope you’re not expecting an apology.’
    â€˜No. I take it you didn’t get the message I left for you?’
    He’d left a message? She shook her head. ‘We were rushed off our feet last night. I didn’t hang around to chat.’
    â€˜No?’ There was something slightly off about the way he said that.
    â€˜Would you?’ she asked. ‘After six hours on your feet?’
    â€˜It depends what was on offer.’
    She frowned and he shook his head. ‘No, forget it. I’m sorry if you got into trouble but you have to admit that while youmight not know Basil, the name Bernard certainly makes you all