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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  57. Epilogue
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. More from Fay Keenan
  61. About the Author
  62. About Boldwood Books

Holly shrugged. ‘Let him talk. He’s a miserable old windbag, and probably a corrupt one. He can’t touch me.’

‘No, but people talk, and it wouldn’t take much for that profit margin you’re so proud of to be eroded by a bit of local gossip.’

‘You worry too much, sis,’ Holly soothed. ‘Let’s just keep next week and the trip to London in our minds for now. Miles is just a prat with a chip on his shoulder, that’s all.’

Rachel smiled. ‘I love that you’re so fearless now. I remember when you had no confidence in yourself at all. This place has brought out the best in you.’

‘Fearless or just terminally undiplomatic!’ Holly said, ‘I never really know which.’

‘Whichever, I’m just glad you’re in this with me,’ Rachel said. She glanced at her watch. ‘We really should get going. Mum and Dad are coming over for tea after being banished all week because Dad’s getting over a cold, but he swears he’s better now, so I’d better work out what I’m giving them.’

‘Send them my love,’ Holly said. ‘I’ll book the train tickets and text you the times.’

‘OK.’ The two sisters hugged and went their separate ways.

After Rachel had closed the shop door, Holly allowed herself the luxury of fantasising about Charlie standing in the Commons Chamber, long legs encased in well-cut suit trousers, waistcoat buttoned over a crisp white shirt, authoritative voice ringing out across the hall as he brought all other the other members to a silence with his perceptive and insightful question to the PM. Just as she was embellishing that fantasy in her mind to include herself, running through the chamber doors and flinging herself into his arms, the shop’s doorbell tinkled and she was brought back to reality by two local holistic healers popping in for their regular supplies of lavender oil and sea thistle. She really needed to get a grip.

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