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JACQUI, while grateful for the distraction of rounding up the chicks, nevertheless held her breath as Maisie offered one up to Harry when he returned with the box.

He looked so huge beside her. She looked so vulnerable and she knew he could so easily crush her with an unkind word. But he didn’t. After a long moment, he crouched down, placed the box on the ground in front of him and let Maisie tip the chick into his hands.

She looked anxiously up at him for approval.

‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ he asked. ‘Go and find some more.’

Not exactly praise, but Maisie rushed off, tripping over her boots in her eagerness to please him. As Jacqui watched he reached out a hand as if to steady her, but her momentum carried her out of his reach as, the pink ruff of her skirt bouncing, she rushed back to the hedge.

It was over in a second, but the look on his face as he watched her gave the lie to all the hideous feelings of shock and disgust that were whirling around inside her.

As he watched her go, forgetting her prima-donna princess act and just dizzy with excitement like any other six-year-old, his true feelings were etched on his face for the briefest of moments.

Behind the cold, uncaring mask there was exasperation. Amusement, too. But most of all love.

By the time he looked across at her, it had been wiped out, obliterated, but she wouldn’t be fooled again.

‘Ouch! Cut it out.’ She shook off the annoyed mother hen who had taken exception to their rescue operation and was pecking at her ankles. ‘We’re taking care of your babies, OK?’

‘I told you to wear wellies,’ Maisie told her in passing—and sounding exactly like a grown-up telling some little kid ‘I told you so’.

Harry caught her eye. ‘That had better not be a smile,’ she warned him.

‘Not even close,’ he assured her.

Hmm.

Ten minutes later, as she placed the last chick in the box, she said, ‘That seems to be the lot. Where do we put them?’

‘In the stables. Here, take the box.’ He pushed it into her arms and she thought he was done, but he said, ‘I’ll go and look for some boards to keep them penned in.’

‘They’ll need food and water,’ Maisie reminded him, still buzzy with excitement and forgetting to be cool and distant.

‘You’re right. Do you want to see to that?’

Her shoulders went up to her ears in an absolute paroxysm of joy at being given something important to do by Harry, and she rushed off.

‘What are you looking so pleased with yourself for?’ he demanded, looking up and catching her in a grin that, unlike him, she was not quick enough to hide.

‘Me?’ Jacqui asked.

‘The words “Cheshire” and “cat” come to mind.’

Not quite the image she was striving for, but she kept the smile glued to her face and said, ‘I have a naturally sunny disposition, Harry.’ Then added, ‘You’d better get used to it.’

‘Is that your way of telling me that you’re going to be around for some time?’

‘That’s the bad news, yes. Your cousin hasn’t responded to the messages left by the agency, so unless you have some better plan, you’re stuck with us.’

He didn’t leap to assure her that her self-sacrifice was appreciated. He didn’t say anything.

‘Of course,’ she went on, ‘she may have decided to get in touch with you direct. It’s entirely possible that while you’ve been wherever it is you’ve been and we’ve been out here having a good time with these adorable chickens, she’s left a message on your answering machine.’ She was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up the businesslike manner in the face of his totally blank expression. ‘It’s even possible that she didn’t wait to call us, but boarded a plane home the minute she picked up the first message.’

‘I hope you’re not holding your breath on that one,’ he said, finally.

‘No. Taking my cues from those who know and love her, I’ve kept breathing in and out on a regular basis.’

‘Smart woman,’ he said. Then, ‘Will you stay?’

He was asking her? Actually asking her to stay?

‘Can you stay?’ he went on, when she didn’t immediately answer. ‘I realise that we’re all taking you completely for granted.’

‘No…’

‘No?’

‘Yes…’ She gathered herself. ‘You’re not taking me for granted. That honour belongs to someone else. And yes, of course I’ll stay for as long as I’m needed.’ And she discovered she was smiling again.

‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘I’ll book a replacement holiday for you myself as soon as things are back to normal.’

She shrugged. ‘Maisie said this is a good place for a holiday and, despite the weather and the chickens, I can see why she likes it. Besides, the sun is so bad for your skin.’

‘It isn’t always like this,’ he said, turning away and heading for the paddock gate, opening it and standing back so that she could go ahead of him. She turned in the opening, blocking his way. What she had to say could wait, but he would keep taking to the hills.

‘While you’re here, can I just get a few things straight?’

‘Will anything I say stop you?’

She ignored the rudeness—now she recognised it as a defence mechanism it was easy to ignore—and smiled, as if he’d said something amusing.

‘Since I’ll be here for a while, I’m going to have to ask you to let me know when you’re going to disappear the way you did at lunchtime.’

‘I was under the impression that you were Maisie’s nanny, not mine.’

‘Were you?’ She wasn’t anyone’s nanny, but she didn’t see any need to tell him that. Then, ‘It’s just a question of next of kin, in the event of an accident, illness, that’s all. I’ll also need a list of essential telephone numbers, a designated vehicle to use in an emergency—my own motor insurance will cover me—and a set of keys for both the house and the car.’

‘Anything else?’

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘You missed lunch. You’ll find some sandwiches in the fridge when you’re done.’

With that she turned and walked away.

‘Jacqui…’ She halted, waiting for the explosion. When none came, she glanced back. ‘How’s your head?’

She looked back over her shoulder. He hadn’t moved and for a moment she was tempted to do a ‘Maisie’, wince a little, get him closer to have another look. But she just said, ‘You did a good job, doc.’ Her voice was a little husky and she was forced to clear her throat before she added, ‘I’ll recommend you to all my friends.’