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between the lines, she didn’t seem to be at all keen on boats so what was the possibility of her even looking at him when boats were his life?
    Carefully and expertly probing his hand over the cracked and holed fibreglass hull, Will was relieved to see the damage was minimal and above the waterline. No need to keep the boat on the grid. It could go back out to its mooring and they could tie the workboat up alongside to work on it.
    That would keep the expense down a bit. Getting the exact fibreglass colour match shouldn’t be too difficult but fitting the work in with all the pre-season stuff that still had to be done wasn’t going to be easy.
    A shadow fell across the boat. Jack Pettyjohn stood on the embankment looking down at him.
    â€œDon’t waste your time figuring out how to repair it. Decided to get the Torquay boys over to do it — they’re the real experts.”
    â€œDon’t be fucking ridiculous,” Will shouted up at him. “It’ll cost a bloody fortune. I’ll fit it in sometime this week.”
    Jack Pettyjohn shook his head. “’Fraid not, Will. Mind’s made up. They’ll bill you direct. Hope you can afford it. Now please move away from my boat.”
    â€œYou’re an out and out bastard, Jack Pettyjohn.”
    â€œSo I’ve been told,” Jack Pettyjohn said, shrugging his shoulders before walking away.
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    CHAPTER FIVE
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    Polly struggled to stop shaking and prayed Will wouldn’t notice as she stood on the slipway looking down at the large rubber dinghy he was urging her to step into.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?”
    â€œI thought you’d agreed to bring the papers to the office this afternoon?” Polly said.
    â€œThis way you get to see the barge as well. Come on, get in. I haven’t got all day. It’s quite safe,” Will said, holding out his hand. “It wobbles a bit as you step in but that’s all.”
    â€œI’ll take your word for it but I’m not getting in it.” And Polly moved several feet back from the edge of the slipway.
    Ten minutes ago she’d been sitting by the inner harbour enjoying the ice cream she’d promised herself and enjoying the view. Looking out along the headland with its villas and thatched cottages dotted along its length, the medieval castle at the mouth of the estuary, Polly wished she had her camera with her. With several dinghies sailing in the river and that as background it would have made a perfect picture.
    But then Will had found her and insisted there was time before lunch for her to inspect the barge and collect his file of plans for the business. And refused to take no for answer. Only now he’d have to. There was no way she was getting into that bouncing rubber object.
    â€œYou have a problem?” Will demanded, eyes narrowed, watching her. “Only I don’t have all day to stand here.”
    Polly took a deep breath. “I don’t do small boats. In fact I don’t do boats full stop,” she said. “I’m sorry but I’m going to have to insist you bring the papers to the office.”
    â€œI can’t believe this,” Will said. “You’re working for a nautical company but you ‘don’t do’ boats.” He shook his head in disbelief. “How the hell can you evaluate our business if boats are alien to you?”
    â€œI don’t need to like boats to do a business plan,” Polly protested. “And I do know how to read accounts and analyse things. Besides Worldsend is only one of my clients and they promised me I could stay on terra firma if I agreed to take on this job.”
    Will’s cold stare made her flinch. She felt an unexpected need to be honest with him. Try and make him understand.
    â€œWill, I’m truly sorry,” Polly’s voice trailed away. “But I’m absolutely terrified of boats and the water,” she added. “If I