‘Oh, it’s all round the village.’ Lucy waves her hand impatiently. ‘You can’t expect to keep anything quiet for long round here.’
‘Right, well, thank you.’ It costs me to say it. I hate being beholden to bloody Lucy Slater. Whatever Paloma might say about me being paranoid, I still can’t help being suspicious of her motives in suddenly being nice. But I suppose people do change sometimes …
‘It’s fine.’ Lucy waves her hand dismissively ‘We’re going to be moving soon, to a much larger property in Lake Heath. Five bedrooms. Triple garage. So we’re hardly likely to need that.’ She looks down her nose at the stripy fabric, which – frankly – is a godsend to me. Then she links arms with her man, gazing up at him adoringly. ‘We can’t wait to move, can we, Jason?’
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