‘Not very often but I’m afraid we do have to see the second half. There are quite a lot of people I know here and if we didn’t reappear there would be talk.’ Privately Gilly was thrilled at possibly being the subject of gossip and speculation. Currently she was known as a good woman and while she didn’t want to be a bad one, it was fun to challenge people’s ideas about who she really was. She felt her reputation was rather dull.

Leo put the picnic hamper in a safe place and they walked back together into the main barn. Gilly was just settling herself in, wondering if she needed her pashmina or not, when she caught someone waving at her.

It was Amy’s mother. Although not as close friends as their daughters were, she’d known Michelle since the girls were at school together. Now Michelle was raising her eyebrows, smiling and looking at Leo. There was no chance Gilly could pretend that she and Leo were just sitting next to each other by chance.

If it had been any of her other friends she’d have been thrilled to be seen with such an attractive man at her side. But Michelle would tell her daughter Amy, and Amy would tell Helena faster than the speed of thought. What would Helena have to say about her mother going to the opera with a man like Leo? The first thing she would want to know is where did Gilly meet him. And if Gilly told her, Helena would want to know the details and if Gilly told her about getting her house valued, Helena would be outraged.

She took a breath. She didn’t have to worry about that until tomorrow. She looked up at Leo and caught him smiling down at her. Her stomach flipped. She was thrilled that her stomach could still do that. She’d sort of assumed that it was an ability one lost with age, like being able to do the splits.

This thought amused her so much she almost laughed out loud. Leo caught her expression and gave her a very wry look.

This was worth any amount of interrogation from Helena tomorrow, she decided.

Gilly felt incredibly like a teenager on the way home. She sat in the back of the car with Leo wishing she lived a lot further away than she did. He picked up her hand and looked at it. ‘You have lovely hands,’ he said.

Gilly used to be proud of her hands but felt that work and the passing years had spoiled them. She managed not to argue with him though and was proud of herself. ‘Thank you.’

Then they were outside her house and the driver was taking her up the drive to her front door.