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Chapters (31)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Praise for Katie Fforde
  4. Also by Katie Fforde
  5. Title
  6. Copyright
  7. Contents
  8. Dedication
  9. Acknowledgements
  10. Chapter One
  11. Chapter Two
  12. Chapter Three
  13. Chapter Four
  14. Chapter Five
  15. Chapter Six
  16. Chapter Seven
  17. Chapter Eight
  18. Chapter Nine
  19. Chapter Ten
  20. Chapter Eleven
  21. Chapter Twelve
  22. Chapter Thirteen
  23. Chapter Fourteen
  24. Chapter Fifteen
  25. Chapter Sixteen
  26. Chapter Seventeen
  27. Chapter Eighteen
  28. Chapter Nineteen
  29. Chapter Twenty
  30. Chapter Twenty-One
  31. Chapter Twenty-Two

He helped himself to a chair at her table. ‘I could, and I could probably order a cognac, but I should eat as well. I know that if you’re not careful you can end up with entrails all over your lettuce. What are those?’ He peered suspiciously at Thea’s salad, which arrived at that moment. ‘They put gizzards on salad here, you know.’

‘Anchovies. It’s a salade niçoise. Have it, it’s delicious.’

‘Pour moi aussi,’ he said to the waiter, pointing at Thea’s plate and glass. ‘S’il vous plaît.’

‘You see, you can manage perfectly well.’ Thea was beginning to enjoy herself. There were worse fates than sitting in the sun with an attractive man, eating and drinking.

‘I can, but when I saw you sitting here, I thought, “Why walk past an attractive woman and eat on my own, when I at least recognise her and could inflict my company on her.”’ He held out his hand. ‘Rory Devlin.’

Thea gave him hers, hoping he would put her blush down to Provengal sunshine. ‘Thea Orville.’

‘So what is a lovely young woman like you doing on a Tiger Tour?’

‘Lapping up the culture and listening to lovely young men tell me about Cézanne.’

‘I was shite, wasn’t I? I’ve forgotten more about Cézanne than most of these people have ever known and I can’t make him sound interesting.’

‘And what most of the people listening knew about Cézanne could be written on the back of a postage stamp …’

He gave her a rueful smile. ‘You’re a wicked, heartless woman, telling me the truth like that. Have another beer.’

‘Well –’

She was about to say that beer, sunshine and lunchtime were a dangerous combination when he broke in, ‘Don’t tell me, if you have another beer you’ll need the lavatory. That Gerald, you’d think he was potty training this lot, with his obsession with toilets.’

‘I think you’ll find his obsession is shared.’ She smiled at him. ‘It’s a policy of mine to always travel with people who need the loo slightly more often than I do.’

‘Well, you were right to pick Tiger Tours, then. What else do you have in common with this bunch?’

‘I came with Molly – the tall, handsome woman?’

‘Oh, yes.’

‘But actually, the others are dears. You wouldn’t come on a tour like this if you were too stuffy or set in your ways.’

‘I wouldn’t say that. I gave a lecture last week to a bunch from another company. There was a woman there who was so damn bossy the others tried to bribe the coach driver to leave her behind.’

‘You do these talks quite often, then?’ She was surprised, since he was so bad at it.