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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Dedication
  4. About the Author
  5. Also by
  6. Acknowledgements
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Part Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-one
  30. Chapter Twenty-two
  31. Chapter Twenty-three
  32. Chapter Twenty-four
  33. Chapter Twenty-five
  34. Part Three
  35. Chapter Twenty-six
  36. Chapter Twenty-seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-nine
  39. Chapter Thirty
  40. Chapter Thirty-one
  41. Chapter Thirty-two
  42. Chapter Thirty-three

He forked left up a mossy path into the wood above the drive. Some of the pointed buds on the branches of the ancient beeches were still only beginning to unfurl and show hints of the brilliant green to come, and those new leaves that were already fully out were crumpled and covered with fine silver down. The path soon petered out but after a steep scramble, which was testing for his leg, he reached a clearing and stopped to sit on the remains of a fallen tree trunk in the early sunshine. Below him, he could see the tip of the flagpole on the tower but the flag, with the Grant coat-of-arms on it, was hanging limp, with no breath of wind to lift it.

He thought what fun it must be to run a joint venture from home as Giles and Isobel did – how satisfying. No doubt there were tensions and difficulties for a married couple in working so closely together, but it seemed to him infinitely more desirable than the frenetic rush in which he and Nicola had led their lives and most of their friends still did. Many couples hardly seemed to have time to enjoy each other’s company any more – even go on holiday together, if their careers clashed – but he didn’t think the Grants’ rural lifestyle was one that Nicola would appreciate. The buzz of the City, the pressure of cutthroat competition, was the breath of life to her and it wasn’t only the resulting prosperity that acted on her like a powerful aphrodisiac – though money was very important – but everything it represented: not just purchasing power but influence; excitement; control; recognition. She had been fond of telling him that it was the thrill of the chase as much as the capture of the quarry that was significant to her in the pursuit of wealth, though Christopher suspected that she wasn’t exactly lacking in blood lust either. And not so long ago, I was every bit as ambitious for the same things myself, he thought. It’s not her fault that I’ve altered. I can’t blame her because I’ve had a change of heart and mind and she hasn’t – and some of the anger against her that had been festering inside him started to drain away.