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the plumber. He’d seemed pretty high maintenance and she probably had little time to spare.
    He grimaced.
    Why he should be sparing even a second thought for this woman’s love-life, he had no idea. True, she was very attractive in that girl-next-door kind of way. She had wavy auburn hair and a nose that turned pink whenever she got embarrassed – which unfortunately for her seemed to be every two minutes. He could also see why his men ogled her whenever she walked past. She definitely had a certain something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
    A great rack and legs to die for.
He heard Kathryn’s musical laugh in his head.
Let’s not kid ourselves here.
    An emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time scoured at his heart, making him pause for a moment as he tried to figure out what exactly it was.
    Aaah, yes, guilt.
    It had to be.
    He returned his attention impatiently to the conversation unfolding in front of him. Charlotte had her hands resting lightly on slim hips, her chin jutting in annoyance as she tried to persuade her mother to go back to their home. Virginia didn’t seem to be keen on taking her advice.
    ‘It’s absolutely none of your business where I go after hours.’
    ‘You’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry but you’re not . . . thinking clearly.’
    Virginia’s eyes narrowed. ‘Sarah, I think it’s you who is not thinking clearly. I don’t discuss my personal life with my employees.’
    A thought seemed suddenly to occur to Charlotte. ‘Where’s Zara?’
    Virginia’s face, which only moments before had seemed extremely self-assured, took on a somewhat confused look. ‘Who is Zara?’
    ‘Your other daughter. Weren’t you two supposed to be doing a puzzle together?’
    ‘But I’m terrible at puzzles.’
    ‘That at least is true.’ Charlotte threw Mark a whimsical smile that made his collar suddenly feel a little too tight before she turned back to her mother. ‘The doctor said it’s good for you to exercise your brain.’
    ‘Doctor?’ Virginia’s eyes lit up. ‘Is he single?’
    ‘So you have a sister too, Ms Templeton?’ Mark inquired.
    She nodded. ‘She’s only fifteen, which is why I’m so concerned about the behaviour of your men at my resort.’
    Fifteen?
    Then there was a huge age gap between them, considering Charlotte looked like she was in her mid-thirties. He wondered why this was the case before realising the information couldn’t possibly interest him. Besides, she looked like she was about to try to embark upon her list of complaints again. Best to get out of there as soon as possible.
    ‘I have your list, thank you, Ms Templeton.’ He turned to take his leave when he thought of something else. ‘You know, while I think of it, I might as well let you know.’
    ‘Let me know what?’
    ‘You might want a word with your chef.’
    ‘Sorry?’ Charlotte’s eyes sparkled like twin diamonds, making him ponder how much prettier – even prettier – she might be if she didn’t exert herself so much at being a pain in the arse. He’d have to put this gently. ‘I just thought, with you wanting to pull this dying resort out of its grave to preserve your ragtag family and all . . .’
    Her eyes began to get very large so he decided to make his point. ‘His scotch fillet is always a little tough. He might want to work on that. You know, for the sake of the business.’
    On her gasp of what he hoped was gratitude, he walked out, the bell on the door ringing to punctuate his exit.
    Alleluia.
Released from hell at last.
    The Silver Seas units were quite inviting, even in their rundown, eighties state. For sure, the place could definitely do with a facelift. But all in all Mark had nothing to complain about the level of comfort it provided to a tired man after a hard day’s work. He removed his coal-stained boots by the front door. A small tiled foyer turned into a short carpeted hallway that split the unit in two. Bedrooms and bathroom on the right, kitchen and