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thought you were the one for the job, and this just confirms it.” He turned to
a fuming Lucinda. “Sorry, but it would seem my interior designer doesn’t want
an assistant.” He patted her hand. “But don’t worry, I’m sure I can find
something for a woman as talented as you.”
Jason didn’t miss the way the man’s
eyes dropped down Lucinda’s cleavage. He slapped his napkin onto his plate.
“It’s getting rather late. I think we ought to be going, Lucinda. We both have
work in the morning.”
She glared at him. “You go, if you
want. I haven’t finished eating.”
“I thought you were staying at mine
tonight?” Jason gritted out.
“No. I’ve changed my mind.” The
expression on her face told him exactly why. She was determined to punish him
for not agreeing to live together.
Jason had had as much as he could
stand for one evening. “Have it your way.”
He climbed to his feet and pulled his
wallet from his back pocket. He threw several bills onto the table in front of
Lucinda. “Here, this should cover dinner.”
Without waiting, he grabbed his
jacket from the back of the chair and left the pub. The cold air outside hit
him like a solid wall. The icy chill cooled the heat burning under his skin.
Jason drew in several deep breaths. He glanced in at the pub’s bay window. He
scanned the scene until his gaze landed on the table he’d recently vacated.
Lucinda leaned towards Cunningham, her back to the window. She spoke close to
the man’s ear, and Cunningham laughed.
Jason gritted his teeth. He wasn’t
sure leaving had been the best course of action, upon reflection. He ran a hand
down his face. The evening hadn’t turned out the way he’d planned at all. He
and Lucinda were on even thinner ice than they had been before the evening
began.
Jason glanced in at the window again.
Callie Price glared at the two opposite her, her expression full of
disapproval. At least Lucinda couldn’t get into too much trouble with the other
woman present. If he went back in now to try and extract her, she’d only cause
merry hell.
Jason yawned. The day was fast
catching up with him. The best thing he could do was go home and get some sleep.
He’d work out his problems with his girlfriend in the morning.
Jason sighed and slung his coat on.
He trudged slowly towards his flat.
Chapter Seven
Callie stuck the last of her dirty
clothing into the washing machine. She hadn’t been able to salvage her silk
blouse and had mournfully tossed the ruined rag into the bin. She sighed and
pulled open the compartment for the soap. She stuffed a liquitab into the space
and slammed it shut. Pressing the appropriate buttons, she started the wash.
With a groan, Callie rose to her feet
and rubbed her lower back. That damn mattress had nearly crippled her. She’d
never slept on anything as uncomfortable as the bed in her room. Although she
used the term slept loosely. Callie wasn’t sure she’d managed more than
a couple of hours sleep at best. She’d begun to wonder at four in the morning,
if she wouldn’t have been better off sleeping on the floor. At least there
wouldn’t have been any springs digging into her!
Callie gathered up the bags she’d
used to carry her clothing down to the wash room. She could kick herself for
allowing the previous evening to pass, without mentioning to Mr Cunningham that
she wanted to change her accommodation. The whole day couldn’t have turned out
worse if it tried.
With a grimace, she dumped the bags
into the bin by the door and left the small wash room. Her stomach growled,
reminding her that she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. With any luck, her wash
would be done by the time she was finished eating.
She ambled down the hall to the
breakfast room. Several elderly guests were already seated at various tables
dotted around the large sunny space. Callie actually liked the area a lot. It
had so much potential. Her designer’s eye had already stripped the
thought you were the one for the job, and this just confirms it.” He turned to
a fuming Lucinda. “Sorry, but it would seem my interior designer doesn’t want
an assistant.” He patted her hand. “But don’t worry, I’m sure I can find
something for a woman as talented as you.”
Jason didn’t miss the way the man’s
eyes dropped down Lucinda’s cleavage. He slapped his napkin onto his plate.
“It’s getting rather late. I think we ought to be going, Lucinda. We both have
work in the morning.”
She glared at him. “You go, if you
want. I haven’t finished eating.”
“I thought you were staying at mine
tonight?” Jason gritted out.
“No. I’ve changed my mind.” The
expression on her face told him exactly why. She was determined to punish him
for not agreeing to live together.
Jason had had as much as he could
stand for one evening. “Have it your way.”
He climbed to his feet and pulled his
wallet from his back pocket. He threw several bills onto the table in front of
Lucinda. “Here, this should cover dinner.”
Without waiting, he grabbed his
jacket from the back of the chair and left the pub. The cold air outside hit
him like a solid wall. The icy chill cooled the heat burning under his skin.
Jason drew in several deep breaths. He glanced in at the pub’s bay window. He
scanned the scene until his gaze landed on the table he’d recently vacated.
Lucinda leaned towards Cunningham, her back to the window. She spoke close to
the man’s ear, and Cunningham laughed.
Jason gritted his teeth. He wasn’t
sure leaving had been the best course of action, upon reflection. He ran a hand
down his face. The evening hadn’t turned out the way he’d planned at all. He
and Lucinda were on even thinner ice than they had been before the evening
began.
Jason glanced in at the window again.
Callie Price glared at the two opposite her, her expression full of
disapproval. At least Lucinda couldn’t get into too much trouble with the other
woman present. If he went back in now to try and extract her, she’d only cause
merry hell.
Jason yawned. The day was fast
catching up with him. The best thing he could do was go home and get some sleep.
He’d work out his problems with his girlfriend in the morning.
Jason sighed and slung his coat on.
He trudged slowly towards his flat.
Chapter Seven
Callie stuck the last of her dirty
clothing into the washing machine. She hadn’t been able to salvage her silk
blouse and had mournfully tossed the ruined rag into the bin. She sighed and
pulled open the compartment for the soap. She stuffed a liquitab into the space
and slammed it shut. Pressing the appropriate buttons, she started the wash.
With a groan, Callie rose to her feet
and rubbed her lower back. That damn mattress had nearly crippled her. She’d
never slept on anything as uncomfortable as the bed in her room. Although she
used the term slept loosely. Callie wasn’t sure she’d managed more than
a couple of hours sleep at best. She’d begun to wonder at four in the morning,
if she wouldn’t have been better off sleeping on the floor. At least there
wouldn’t have been any springs digging into her!
Callie gathered up the bags she’d
used to carry her clothing down to the wash room. She could kick herself for
allowing the previous evening to pass, without mentioning to Mr Cunningham that
she wanted to change her accommodation. The whole day couldn’t have turned out
worse if it tried.
With a grimace, she dumped the bags
into the bin by the door and left the small wash room. Her stomach growled,
reminding her that she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. With any luck, her wash
would be done by the time she was finished eating.
She ambled down the hall to the
breakfast room. Several elderly guests were already seated at various tables
dotted around the large sunny space. Callie actually liked the area a lot. It
had so much potential. Her designer’s eye had already stripped the
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