A Masterful Man

He was perfectly normal. He made no mention of the fact that it had taken ten minutes of vigorous exercise in cold water to get himself in control—in fact all he said was, ‘What’s for dinner?’

‘R-roast beef. Oh! I’d better get going—’

‘Relax. It’s over an hour to dinner-time. Isn’t that plenty of time to roast a piece of beef?’

‘Yes, but I’ve still got to get there and there’s one hill between here and your house that needs to be walked up,’ she retorted with more spirit.

He dried himself briefly and dragged on a T-shirt. ‘Then I am the answer to all your problems, Mrs Hastings,’ he said with humour as his head emerged.

Davina tensed and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he stuck his arms through the sleeves. ‘I’ve got a bike rack on the back of the Land Rover, that’s all.’

She bit her lip.

* * *

Davina went straight into the kitchen when they got to the house to put the meat on and while she was at it, got the vegetables ready and made her other preparations.

Steve came into the kitchen as she was rinsing her hands. He’d showered and changed into long twill trousers and a blue open-necked shirt. ‘All in hand?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then why don’t you have a shower while I make us a drink?’

Davina faced him with uncertainty and wariness clouding her violet eyes. ‘I think I’d rather—’

‘Davina, I’m thirty-five,’ he interrupted pleasantly. ‘Which means to say I’ve had plenty of experience at practising self-control—if that’s what you’re worried about now.’

She blushed. For the life of her she couldn’t help it and at the same time felt a streak of anger because she’d been so hoping he would continue to act as if what had happened on the beach hadn’t happened at all. To make matters worse, she could think of nothing to say.

‘Go on,’ he said mildly, after a moment. ‘Unless you’re proposing that we avoid each other entirely for a month?’

She went with a toss of her head that brought a faint smile to his lips.

* * *

It took her twenty minutes to shower, wash her hair and blow dry it and get dressed into a loose, sleeveless, chalky blue cotton dress that floated around her as she walked. And, all the while, she sought rather desperately for some composure, but it was hard to beat the hollow feeling she had that she couldn’t blame her employer for the events on the beach because it was one of those things that had happened quite spontaneously—and mutually.