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from the world. Well, no more. Last night hadn't been easy, but it would get better. The more she smiled and partied, the less people would pity her. And Gus would realize that she could manage just fine without him.
    An hour later, dressed in loose cotton trousers and a vest top, she went down to her office, threw open the french windows that led into her beloved garden, and sat down at her desk. She was glad that Sylvie was at the dentist today; she didn't need an audience. She felt nervous enough as it was. Switching on her laptop, she searched for the The Mile High Club file and decided to print off what she'd written so far. While the printer was shooting out pages, she went into the kitchen in search of more coffee, and found Iris cleaning out the cupboards.
    'Oh, Mrs John— er, can I get you something?'
    'That's okay, Iris,' she said, nodding towards the coffee pot, 'I just need a refill.' She quickly filled a mug and headed for the door. 'And, Iris? Thanks for the brekkie, it was lovely.'
    Iris smiled. 'I'm glad you liked it.'
    Armed with her coffee and sunglasses, Dana took the manuscript out to the garden and settled herself in a comfy sun chair. After taking a few moments to appreciate the warm summer sun on her face and the scent of roses in the air, she put on her glasses and started to read. Her confidence and excitement built with each page she read; this was even better than she remembered. When she finished — almost an hour later — she almost ran back inside, sat down at her desk and pulled her laptop towards her. She stared at the screen, her fingers hovering over the keys.
    Bobbi couldn't wait any longer and taking out her mobile phone, she called Victor. His answering service answered and she frowned in irritation. 'Hi, it's just me, Bobbi. Give me a call when you get a chance
    'Crap,' Dana muttered and deleted the line. This was a cosmopolitan woman not some sad, silly girl whose whole life revolved around a man.
    Victor hadn't called in three days, Bobbi realized, but then she wasn't that easy to contact given she spent most of the day in the air. Having said that, he could have left a message.
    'No! What's wrong with you?' she chided herself in frustration. Bobbi Blackwell, the dynamic, sexy pilot, had turned into a paranoid wimp; how had that happened? As if she didn't know. Dana pressed delete again and stared at the screen, willing inspiration to come. After a few more pathetic attempts she cursed, stood up and walked over to the window. Maybe it was just the warm weather that was making it hard for her to settle down to work, she reasoned. It was a beautiful, balmy day and her garden looked luscious and tempting. Apart from the noise of a distant lawn mower there was only the buzz of insects flying among the roses and carnations and the many other more exotic blooms that she couldn't name. Creating a vibrant, colourful garden had always been one of her top priorities when she and Gus had bought this property. Sadly her fingers were far from green and her husband's were even worse so she had hired someone else to do the work and create her dream.
    Dana turned back to her desk but couldn't bring herself to sit down. Perhaps a swim would help, she thought, brightening at the prospect. She quickly made her way down through the garden, and skirting the pool she went into the small, single-storey building behind it. Here was housed a bathroom, Gus's exercise equipment and a wardrobe with swimming costumes and towels.
    Dana changed into a black one-piece and then turned to the mirror to pin up her hair. She stopped in her tracks at the sight of Gus's old trainers by the door. He'd obviously forgotten to check the pool-house when he was clearing out his stuff. She opened his drawer and, right enough, it was full of his things. An old razor, some eye drops, a comb, a few crumpled business cards, some loose change and a burgundy silk tie that he'd been complaining Iris had misplaced.
    She smiled as she