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told me all you can about Zac, but you’re pretty tight-lipped about your own background.” She flashed him a look. “You don’t strike me as the preppy trust-fund type, no offence intended.”
    “None taken.” He sighed. “Okay, I’ll ’fess up, I come from The Hamptons,” he said. “Rich father, socialite mother, blah, blah. I toed the line, followed my father into the family business and married a ‘suitable’ woman who would look like my own mother in twenty years’ time. I did what was expected of me, and—”
    “And, let me guess, you were miserable.”
    “Right.” He slanted her a probing glance. “How did you know?”
    Justine chuckled. “I haven’t known you for long but I can already tell that you’re not the type to conform to others’ plans for you.”
    “I hated the scene, if you want the truth. The country club, the society functions, plastic people with plastic smiles. None of them had done a serious day’s work in their lives, and the biggest risks they ever took was on the stock market where they’d barely feel the loss if it went tits up.”
    “So you got out?”
    Cody shrugged. “Caught my wife cheating on me, which was my wake-up call. I divorced her, hooked up with Zac, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
    “I admire that. It can’t have been easy to walk away from a life you knew so well.”
    “Trust me, it was a breeze. I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I now feel like I’m doing something worthwhile, and I’ve never regretted it.”
    “Working with Zac probably doesn’t leave you with much time to get bored. I can quite see that.”
    “Right.” He swung into the driveway at Grantham Park. “Here we are.”
    Zac greeted them at the door. All the workmen had left for the day, but Zac and Cody between them lugged her gear up to her room.
    “Get unpacked, do what you need to, and meet us downstairs for supper,” Zac said. “Just follow the smell of burnt meat and you’ll find the kitchen.”
    “Sounds appetising.”
    “Don’t get too excited.” Zac flashed a droll grin. “I’m on chef’s duty tonight.”
    “Ah, okay. I’ve just lowered my expectations.”
    She actually heard him chuckle as he walked away.
    She took a little time ruminating on her good fortune as her possessions that filled every square inch of her previous abode, frequently causing her to trip over them, were lost in her new space. She used her pristine new shower, pulled on a pair of worn jeans and a comfortable top and joined them in the old-fashioned kitchen.
    A large scrubbed pine table, laid up for three, dominated the space, and a bottle of red wine was open and breathing in its centre.
    “Ah, just in time.”
    Zac gave her the once-over and appeared to approve of what he saw. She’d unwound her hair, washed it in the shower, and left it loose to dry. She hadn’t bothered with make-up. She was here to work, not try to make an impression.
    “Everything okay?” Cody asked.
    “Fine, thanks.”
    “That’s good because the master chef is about to serve his offering to his helpless victims.”
    “Hate to say this,” Justine said, taking the chair Cody held out for her, “but something smells good. That’s probably only because I’m starving, though.” She wagged a finger playfully at Zac. “So don’t get carried away. I didn’t get a chance to eat today.”
    “Get used to it,” Cody advised. “It’s nothing but work, work, work ’round these parts.”
    “Haven’t seen you doing too much today,” Zac said to Cody.
    “I packed up our new assistant’s home for her, and I fixed her car.”
    “Poor Malcolm. I hope the mechanic treats him gently.”
    “God, we’ve employed a mad woman,” Zac said, dolling out platefuls of beef casserole. “She treats her car like it’s a living thing.”
    “Are you telling me he isn’t?” Justine lowered her fork and adopted a stricken expression. “I’ve been misled all these