Chapter 12There was a delicious smell of food in the marquee. Spencer was doing the social rounds. He had changed into an open-neck check shirt and blue jeans. His dark hair was still wet from the shower and brushed back. He was just too handsome and somehow magnificent. At his side was a large tall guy in a clerical collar holding a glass of Pimms. His face was flushed and beaming with inner goodness. Spencer spotted her and at once waved for her to come over. Before speaking he kissed her cheek.
“Shannon, do you know Canon Nigel Hoverington. He’s in charge of Saint Bartholomew’s church and also a Queen’s Chaplain.”
“Also human souls of the village ... not just the building, Spencer,” he pronounced carefully in a booming sermonic voice. “It’s a great pleasure to meet you, my dear. Will
