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course I will. The one about the little bear?’
    ‘I wish I’d gone with you on Sunday,’ said Kate later, over supper. ‘But it’s such a trek to Arnborough. I’ve never been to the new garden centre there—nor, oddly enough, to the Hall itself. Is it worth a visit, Jo?’
    ‘Definitely. Fabulous old house, dreamy gardens—you’d love it. I’m going back myself some time, to see the bits I missed. I got there too late to see everything.’
    ‘Because she took so long to choose your pansies,’ Jack told his wife. ‘We were about to send out a search party by the time she got back.’
    ‘I wasn’t that long,’ protested Jo, laughing. ‘And you must admit they were first-class plants, Kate. They look fabulous in those stone troughs.’
    ‘Don’t they just! Grandpa put them in for me.’ Kate shot a look at her daughter. ‘So, are you seeing this gardener of yours again?’
    ‘Yes. Saturday. I’ve made a reservation at Molly’s.’
    ‘So Molly gets to meet him before we do,’ commented Jack. ‘You’d better bring him here some time, too, so we can look him over.’
    ‘No,’ said Jo flatly.
    ‘Why not?’ asked Kate mildly. ‘Are you ashamed of us?’
    ‘No, of course not.’ Jo got up to collect plates. ‘You’re just not up to it right now, Kate. Besides, if he comes here and sees this place, and the penny drops about Logan Development and so on, it could embarrass him.’
    ‘Or,’ said Jack with edge, ‘he might think he’s landed in the honey pot.’
    Jo glared at him. ‘Always a possibility. Either way, I won’t be inviting him home to meet the family any time soon. Thanks just the same.’
    Jo couldn’t get her father’s words out of her head when she was in bed that night. March, who lived in a ‘sort of flat’, had been impressed enough by her place. Heaven knew how he’d react to huge, spacious Mill House, which Jack had restored so magnificently that articles on it featured in magazines. Jo sighed. She wanted March to like her for herself, not for any expectations he might think she had. She’d been down that road before. She tossed and turned restlessly as she remembered how quick he’d been to veto a return visit to the Arnborough Arms. He obviously didn’t want her back on his home ground, either.
    It was a trying week. Jack’s honey pot syndrome occupied her so much that at one stage Jo even considered ringing March to cancel. But then she’d have to explain why. To her surprise—and mounting disappointment—she heard nothing from March all week. When he finally rang her on the Friday evening she tensed, sure he was about to pre-empt her and do the cancelling himself.
    ‘How are you, Joanna?’ he asked.
    ‘A bit weary. End of the week and all that. How about you?’
    ‘Very tired of grass. Aren’t you going to congratulate me?’
    ‘On what?’
    ‘For waiting until now to ring you. Are you impressed by my restraint?’
    ‘Yes,’ she said, laughing, suddenly so happy to hear that deep, drawling voice she didn’t care why he liked her as long as he did. ‘Deeply impressed.’
    ‘Did you miss me?’
    ‘Yes.’
    There was silence for a moment. ‘I wonder,’ he said slowly, ‘if you realise how that makes me feel.’
    ‘Pleased, I hope.’
    ‘Massive understatement.’
    ‘That’s nice. I booked with Molly by the way,’ she added. ‘Seven-thirty for eight.’
    ‘Good. I’ll be with you at seven.’
    ‘Do you have more grass to cut before you come?’
    ‘No, thank God. Hand weeding tomorrow.’
    ‘No day off after all that grass?’
    ‘Not a chance. Nor do I want one. The time would drag too much until I see you again. What will you do with your Saturday morning?’
    ‘Kate has insisted that Jack play a round of golf with Grandpa tomorrow, to de-stress, so to make sure he does that I’ll keep her company and play with Kitty—who now knows about the baby. I think she hankers after a little sister.’
    He chuckled. ‘How about you?’
    ‘I