Chapters (73)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
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- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- PART FIVE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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‘How wonderful!’ Moira answered. ‘Very many congratulations. Mrs Wilson told me you want to build houses more than anything else.’
‘Yes, I do,’ he said, and took a sip of water. ‘I hope to build my own house in Harrogate one day.’
‘In the meantime, when will you start on Lord Lassiter’s house? And will Lord Lassiter be at his estate when you do? How often is he in Yorkshire?’ Moira proffered him a smile, her curiosity apparent.
‘I hope next month, before winter sets in,’ he answered, and wondered why she was so interested in his work. He had no answer for himself. And he still considered Moira Aherne a mystery.
She didn’t fit in. There was something about her that wasn’t right to Blackie’s mind, and he liked everybody. She was hiding something, and he didn’t like that.
FORTY-SEVEN
‘It’s an Indian summer day,’ Adrian said, glancing around as he and Robert walked down towards the lake at Bolton Manor. ‘Better weather than we’ve had all year, don’t you think?’
‘I do, Addy, but it’s often nice in October in Yorkshire. And it’s been like this for several days, given me a chance to study the estate. You see, I’m going to build a guesthouse in the grounds, and I need to pick the right spot.’ Robert’s step was light as he took in his land, his heart glad to be home again.
‘A guesthouse!’ Adrian exclaimed. ‘When the manor is so comfortable and spacious. I’m surprised you’d bother.’
‘It might sound strange to you, but there’s method in my madness, old chap. In-laws, another family suddenly in my life—’
‘Vanessa’s family,’ Adrian interjected, glancing at his dearest friend. ‘So you are going to marry her?’
‘Did you ever doubt it? Surely not. You’ve just given me the papers for the villa in Zürich. I’ll be buying it from you later today, and it will be my winning hand, as you call it. Lucinda does still want it, doesn’t she?’
‘She does. And the villa will give you your freedom. If you hand the villa over to her. As a gift. Don’t forget that bit.’
‘I think I would prefer my solicitor to give the deeds to her solicitor, if you want the truth. I’ve no desire to see that horrendous woman ever again. Now, here we are … look over there, Addy, at that little wood.’ Robert began to walk faster, explaining, ‘The guesthouse will be just to the left of it. A perfect spot, with a lovely view, and easy access to the main house. It will be perfect for Vanessa’s parents, and Caroline. Incidentally, what’s happening between you two? Do I detect a hint of seriousness in your relationship?’ Robert gave him a questioning look.