lovely that you'll have admiring men flocking around you like bees at a honeypot. And you happen to be my honeypot.'
'For your private consumption, huh?'
'Definitely.'
Lucie put on the jacket of her burnt orange and white suit, then added the hat, wide-brimmed but turned up at the front and adorned with big orange and white silk flowers.
He groaned. Take it all off. I'm not going to let you go. You look just too lovely. Some stinking rich millionaire will probably fall at your feet, then carry you off to his yacht or his stately home.'
Lucie smiled, pretending to like the idea. 'Sounds pretty good to me.'
Seton growled at her. 'If any man touches you I'll tear him apart.'
She turned to face him. 'Such caveman stuff. Do I really look all right?'
'My darling girl.' Getting up, he came over to her and turned her to face the mirror. 'Can't you believe the evidence of your own eyes? You will outshine every woman there.'
Meeting his gaze in their reflection, Lucie said, Tm not going for that. We're just going for a giggle. But I wish you were coming. I want to share everything with you.'
Recognising an unsure note in her voice, Seton put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her towards him.
'You will have the most wonderful time with your friends,' he said firmly. 'You will bet on all the races and win a fortune. You will have a most delicious picnic and drink lots of champagne. And when you come home I will whisk you upstairs, take off all your clothes except that fantastic hat and then make love to you exactly where you're standing now, hi front of the mirror.' She flushed, as he'd known she would, in the way that still delighted him. She moved away, began to change back into her ordinary clothes. 'Your mother has been dropping hints about us having another baby; she'll be so pleased when we tell her.'
'Of course; my parents have found a new tease of life since they've become grandparents.’
She laughed. 'They might not be quite so keen after they've had Sam all day tomorrow.'
'And overnight,' Seton grinned.
Lucie gave bun an old-fashioned look. 'When did you arrange that?'
'I haven't yet—but I'm certainly going to now that I've seen you hi that hat.'
'You're incorrigible.'
'It's your own fault, woman; you shouldn't be so sensational.' And he kissed her again. The next day was warm and sunny but without a breeze, exactly right for all those hats. As Seton had predicted, Lucie had a wonderful time. They had a stretch limo to take them to the racecourse and set out then: picnic in the car park, alongside all the Rolls Royces and Bentleys. Because they were all women together they could let their hair down and there was a lot of laughter, especially after they'd opened the second bottle of champagne. Lucie was enjoying herself as much as the others until a photographer she hadn't noticed came along and took a shot of them all as they clustered round the frothing bottle of bubbly with their glasses.
'That was a good one,' the photographer remarked. 'It might be accepted by a paper. Give me your names for the caption, ladies.'
Lucie hesitated but decided to be cautious. 'I don't want my name hi a newspaper,' she said to Anna, the friend next to her. 'Please see that he doesn't get it.' And she got to her feet and walked quickly away. When she got back ten minutes later the man had gone.
'You didn't give him my name, did you?' she asked, trying to sound casual.
'No.' Anna hesitated. 'But Fiona talked to him, gave him her name. I think she's a bit squiffy,' she admitted. 'But don't worry; why on earth would they put us hi the paper when they've got all these beautiful women and outfits to choose from?'
Which was very true. They packed away the picnic, walked down to watch the races, and Lucie forgot about the photographer hi the excitement of picking two winners.
And Seton kept his promise—more than fulfilled it as he made love to her that night hi front of the mirror, their passion for each other
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