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of your jeans and your sweater?” Dominic asked as they drove back to Maggie’s house.
    “I don’t know. I only have a few things with me as I have a flight back to Tenerife booked for Monday.” She folded her ruined jumper together with her dirty tee shirt. The company had allowed her three days compassionate leave plus her regular two days off. The delay in her incoming flight meant that half her time was already gone.
    “If you decide to stay in England will it be difficult to get your things shipped back here?”
    Lucy thought about the meagre contents of her wardrobe in the tiny apartment in Tenerife. Anna, her flatmate would undoubtedly pack them up for her if she called her. She wondered what her small team would think if she rang and said she wasn’t coming back. Would Christopher leave his mountain village and the bride he hadn’t told her about to try his luck at seducing her replacement? That thought left a sour taste in her mouth.
    “No, it won’t be a problem at all,” she said firmly. At least if she decided to remain here in Somerset she would be able to put Christopher and Tenerife behind her.
    “I’ll pick you up again tomorrow morning then? Same time?” He parked the car outside Maggie’s house.
    “Yes, that’ll be fine.” She glanced at her watch, she needed to make an appointment to see Mr Fullwood to go through the terms of the will in more detail and it would be Friday tomorrow. “Are you coming in?” She felt obliged to make the offer knowing her aunt would probably be expecting him to accompany her.
    “No I won’t today, I’d better take Mutley home, and then I need to sort some things out in the office.”
    The big dog in the back of the car gave a little whine at the sound of his name.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” Lucy undid her seatbelt and slid stiffly across the leather seat, bracing herself for the big step down from the car.
    Before she could open the car door Dominic had jumped out and crossed around to open it for her. He held her arms as she stumbled from the car, the muscles in her legs protesting at being forced into movement once more.
    “I think we definitely walked too far for you today.” Dominic observed as he set her down. 
    “I need to buy some trainers.” It was suddenly hard to breathe with his strong arms still supporting her.
    He glanced at her poor canvas shoes. “Perhaps I should have left the vineyards for another day.”
    His gaze returned to her face and for one single wonderful, awful minute she thought he might kiss her. The world seemed to stand still as his gaze locked into hers. When he released her arms she couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or relieved that he hadn’t.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He clambered back into his car and with a brief wave of farewell, drove away, leaving her standing, still jelly-legged on the drive.
    * * *
    Dominic waited until he was on an open stretch of road before cranking up the volume on the CD player and belting out his favourite rock band. He couldn’t believe he’d come so close to kissing Lucy. God, how stupid would that have been? He rubbed a tired hand at the back of his neck in an attempt to ease the tension in the muscles there.
    She’d looked so sad and tired with her borrowed tee shirt sliding off one slim shoulder revealing more of the tan on her soft skin. Being around her all day had been distinctly disturbing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way around a woman. When she’d stood in his kitchen earlier with her wet top revealing the outline of her bra and nipples it had been all he could do to stay cool.
     He hadn’t done a great job at convincing her to take up her inheritance. A five mile route march in blatantly unsuitable shoes and allowing his dog to maul her and ruin her clothes maybe wasn’t the best way to commence a business partnership.
    “Way to go, Dom.” He muttered to himself. Mutley gave a small whine of agreement from