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came to the house. The prospect of so many disturbed his equilibrium. He’d not invited so many strangers into his home for more years than he cared to think about. Though he did his best to disguise his apprehension, without a doubt, Sian knew.
    â€œMagnus, it will be fine. You can come to watch the filming if you want. Think of the event as if it were a step back through your vacation pictures. I promise the costumes will bring back happy memories.”
    He shook his head. “Thank you for the thought, but no, I’d rather not. Perhaps I’ll spend the day researching decoration for the renovation of the conservatory.”
    â€œIf you’re sure. I’ll keep the crew to the schedule. Everyone will be out of the house and off the grounds by six-thirty, no later, I promise. That way we can have dinner and the evening together.” She offered him a smile filled with confidence.
    â€œWonderful, I’ll look forward to dining with you.”
    â€œHmm…” She stared at the letter she’d opened. “Here’s some information you might want to look at, too.”
    He accepted the papers. “Green Girls?”
    â€œYes, in answer to my advert regarding the walled garden. It won’t put itself to rights, and as much as I enjoy looking at it, I don’t think we’ll resurrect it alone. In my opinion, we need specialist help. I like the look of this group.”
    He assessed the business card, professional enough to be encouraging. Opening the sales literature, he gave it a quick glance. “Every employee is a descendant of a Land Army girl?”
    â€œYes, it’s their advertising gimmick. They all had relatives in the Land Army in the war. You must know of the Land Army.”
    He nodded. A wave of helpless adoration hit him at this new example of her happy knack of finding his weak spots. If she’d been a tigress in another life, he’d not be surprised, because Sian sank her claws into him with loving relish, tearing into his open heart. “Yes, I have recollections of the Land Army, my dear. I was quite active during wartime. It was easier.”
    â€œAnyway, what do you think of their price list, their offers?” She nibbled at a piece of toast.
    He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve not much knowledge to make a comparison.”
    â€œWell, I think they’re impressive. I thought it might be a good idea to contact the director, Martha Raynalds. I checked her resume on their website. It looks good.”
    â€œVery well.” He flipped the pricing pamphlet over and caught a glimpse of the photograph of the director. “Dorothy Fowler?” he whispered.
    â€œNo, Magnus, Martha Raynalds.” Sian got up from her seat at the breakfast table. “I have to do one final e-mail swoop of the team this morning. Then, once I get all the ‘I’m so happy’ replies, I’ll know everything is ready for the shoot. I’m itching to get it over with.”
    He smiled in response to her enthusiasm because he wholeheartedly agreed. Once this music film was complete, he’d close the door on Gorsewell Productions and so would Sian. His concern with her taking over the arrangements for the filming remained. If, while he recovered at the rest home, Franklyn Gorsewell so much as squeaked in her dreams, he’d face a reckoning. After this film shoot ended, there should be no more reason for Sian to have any contact with the obnoxious lout.
    Though she’d not said, not since the dreadful night when Franklyn had woken from the drug induced coma and the evil wretch had invaded her dream, he knew the jealous bastard still tried to lure her. Only yesterday Franklyn had called to her. Gorsewell was playing with the dream interactions. Magnus had sensed the slimy maggot’s presence once or twice in the aftermath of the dreams he’d shared with her as he and Sian had slept.
    The night he had sought vengeance and