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at her supermarket jeans and hoodie. Clearly Holly’s off duty clothes didn’t pass muster. ‘Scott and I go back a long way. If there's anything you need to know you should ask me rather than bothering him, he's always terribly busy.’
    Miaow. Message received loud and clear.
    Magda was the last person she'd go to with any problems. Holly ignored the sharp stirrings of jealousy, remembering instead Scott's interest in her, his eyes on her body, full of desire … 
    ‘Looking forward to tomorrow?’ Magda asked, her pencilled eyebrows arching skyward.
    Holly eyed her with suspicion. Magda always seemed to have so many agendas going on at any given time it was hard to keep track.
    ‘Hmm, well, I might not be going.’ She crossed her arms over her chest, wondering how quickly she could extricate herself from this conversation.
    ‘But you’ve got to,’ Magda replied, a flinty look in her eyes. ‘Amelia and Sophie have the day off and they’ve arranged to go to Geneva shopping. They've even booked their train tickets. You can’t wimp out now.’
    ‘No problem,’ Holly lied. ‘I expect it's not that difficult really?’
    ‘It's a really easy run, you could do it in your sleep.’ Magda smirked and rolled her eyes as she walked away.
    I did do it in my sleep last night and I came a cropper!
    Holly chewed thoughtfully at a loose fingernail, hugging her arms around her chest. Sophie, she’d go and find Sophie. Maybe she knew someone, one of the ski instructors who’d give her some cheap intense tuition. After all she had most of today free before she had to be back for supper duty. There was one advantage to the all male group - at least she didn’t have to add babysitting to her duties.
    Why hadn’t Scott told her he was going to Italy again today? After all he’d told Magda … 
    Come on Holly, it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything. He didn’t promise anything and that’s…fine.
    Yeah right, and if she believed that then she was a championship skier. Once she'd sorted this out she swore she would never lie on her CV again. But then skiing with the guests certainly hadn’t been mentioned at the interview.
    Scott would be fine about this, surely. Maybe he’d even find it funny?
    ***
    When her alarm went off at six am the next morning she was waiting for it, had been lying awake for ages, stiff with fear. Not to mention stiff and sore from yesterday’s intensive skiing lesson. A lesson that made it clear to her just how difficult it would be to complete today’s trip and remain in one piece, never mind actually convince anyone she had a clue what she was doing.
    It was time to find Scott and confess.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Scott arrived in the kitchen just after six am with a black cloud hovering overhead. He needed a cup of coffee. The black mood had haunted him since New Year’s Eve. He’d driven down to Sion and walked around the town to distract himself from how much he wanted Holly. Being in close proximity to her at the Chalet had been too difficult to handle.
    Never had doing the right thing felt so crap.
    It'd gone downhill from there when he’d visited the chalet in Cortina on New Year’s Day to find the first fix not completed as planned since his last visit in December. And construction site had been left unsecured. Couldn’t he trust anyone to get things right? Clearly the site manager had been lying when he’d assured him all was going well. He ground his teeth just thinking about it.
    Adding to that was the difficulty of not dwelling on today's date. Zoë died a year ago today and he couldn't bear to think about it. Yet not thinking about her felt like a betrayal.
    If she hadn't lied about being ill … If only I'd been around to force her to get medical help … 
    The old tormenting thoughts pelted him like bullets of hail, stinging as they hit their target.
    The only glimmer of sunshine that morning was Holly, looking up from the sink where she dried the saucepans from last