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either. We both deserve better from life. And we don't have to settle for second-best, just because we're both still hung up on other people.
    She studied him covertly under her lashes, wondering what the girl he'd loved had been like. Attractive, if not actually beautiful, that was certain. A trail-blazer, probably, bright and sharp, with bags of energy, sexual as well as emotional. And demanding high standards in every aspect of her life, including the physical attraction of the man she'd chosen to share it. But ruthless when he'd failed to satisfy her criteria.
    She jumped, startled, when he said softly, 'You're look¬ing bereft again. I think we'd better go.'
    While he was at the cash desk, dealing with the bill, Chessie wandered out into the reception area, and stood looking without seeing at the display of watercolour land-scapes by local artists that were featured there.
     
    It was the sudden wave of fragrance in the air—half for¬gotten, but haunting—commingling the scent of some heavy sweet perfume and Sobranie cigarettes that alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone. And that the newcomer was known to her.
    She half turned, arranging her face into polite pleasure, expecting to greet an acquaintance, and stopped dead, star¬ing with incredulity at the woman framed in the archway that led to the bar.
    She was eye-catching enough, her lush figure wrapped in a silky leopard-skin print dress, and a black pashmina thrown carelessly over her arm.
    Violet eyes under extravagantly darkened lashes swept Chessie from head to toe in an inspection bordering on insolence. Full red lips parted in a smile that combined mockery with a hint of malice.
    'Well, well,' Linnet Markham said softly. 'If it isn't the little Francesca. Now, who would have thought it?'
    'Lady Markham.' Chessie swallowed. 'Linnet. So you're back.'
    'Don't sound so surprised,' Linnet drawled. 'I'm sure the local grapevine has been working overtime.' She strolled forward. 'But I'm astonished to find that you're still around. I'd expected you to have made a fresh start somewhere a long way from here—where you're not known.'
    Chessie flushed. 'Fortunately not everyone agrees with you. And I needed to provide stability for my sister.'
    'Ah, yes.' Linnet said reflectively. 'The sister. She was the pretty one, if my memory serves.'
    'Indeed,' Chessie agreed quietly. 'And with brains, too. In fact, you'd hardly credit that we were related.' She paused. 'Is Sir Robert here with you?'
     
    Linnet's smile developed a slight rigidity. 'No, he's still in London. I came down ahead to oversee arrangements at the house. You simply can't rely on staff,' she added, dis¬missing the faithful Mrs. Cummings with a wave of her hand. 'I've booked into a hotel for a couple of nights. I just popped into the Hart for a drink for old times' sake.'
    'I didn't realise it was a place you visited.'
    Linnet shrugged. 'Oh, it's always been a good place to see people, and be seen.' She paused. 'But I'd have thought it way above your means,' she added, eyeing Chessie's blouse and skirt. 'Or are you working here as a waitress? You never really trained for much, did you? And you wouldn't have any real references either—working for your father.' Her brow furrowed. 'Nor anywhere decent to live. I presume Silvertrees House had to be sold.'
    This, Chessie thought detachedly, was quite definitely the evening from hell. She lifted her chin. 'Yes, of course, but I happen to work for the new owner, and we still live there. I keep house for him, and do his secretarial work.'
    'Well, that sounds a cosy little arrangement,' Linnet purred. 'You've certainly fallen on your feet. So, who is this paragon who's taken you on?'
    Chessie hesitated. 'I work for Miles Hunter, the thriller writer,' she said reluctantly.
    'Hunter?' The violet eyes sharpened. 'But he's a best¬seller, isn't he? You see his books everywhere. He must be worth an absolute fortune.'
    'He's very successful,' Chessie