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Confusion dawned on John’s face as he tried to piece together Toby’s words. When the pieces didn’t fit, his next emotion was anger. ‘Toby, I don’t think you realise just how lucky you are!’
A bell jingled in the passage. Breezing into the house, Mary held a joint of meat and a loaf of bread under one arm while she slipped her keys into her pocket with the other.
‘Helloo!’ she chirped, loitering in the hallway. Sweet notes from her perfume drifted into the study. ‘Thought I’d visit the bakery while I was waiting for the butcher to carve a joint. What a stroke of luck! Peter’s trying out a new dough recipe and was giving away free samples!
‘Honestly, Nancy’ll be kicking herself. She’s been after him for months now and hasn’t found an excuse to get into a conversation with him. I though
