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CHAPTER THREE

HER eyes looked huge in the light of the moon. She was still clutching her cardigan tightly around her, and once again he wondered what it was with this strange newcomer to the village.

She was different from any woman he’d ever met. There was a sort of touch-me-not aura about her and yet he sensed hurt and vulnerability there too.

‘I’ll walk you home,’ he suggested. ‘We don’t get much crime around here, but even so it isn’t a good idea to be out on your own in the dark.’ She didn’t reply, but as he began to move in that direction she fell into step beside him.

As they walked along the road that separated the house from the lake she tripped over a loose stone and his arm came out to steady her. He felt her flinch at his touch and let his hold fall away as soon as she’d regained her balance.

She was happy enough when she was with Elaine, he thought, and no one at the surgery had had any adverse comments to make about her after she’d been introduced to them, so maybe it was him that she didn’t care for.

Two in one day, he thought wryly. Caroline marrying her rich lover and Laurel behaving as if he’d got the plague, yet it didn’t prevent his concern about her increasing.

When they reached Glenside Lodge and stopped at the gate he said, ‘Take care, Laurel. If we don’t meet before, I will see you on Friday.’ Leaving her to go quietly up the stairs without disturbing Elaine, he strode off towards the village green and the cottage he was renting.