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‘That was fantastic,’ Glenn said laughingly as he took her in his arms and danced her along the main street of the village, past the fairy lights in the windows of the cottages, past the giant Christmas tree in the square where the surgery was, and up the path of the place she called home.

As they faced each other breathlessly at her door Anna wanted to stay in his arms for ever, with everything open and truthful between them. But it was still there—the fear that he would want to marry her out of concern rather than desire if she ever told him what had happened to her.

Sensing that she was retreating behind the wariness that never seemed to go away, he kissed her just once—with a tenderness and passion that made her bones melt.

Taking the door key out of her hand, he unlocked the door of the annexe. As she stepped inside he said, ‘Thanks for a wonderful experience,’ and went striding off to where Bracken House stood in the darkness of the midnight hour.