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Presents
‘He’s obsessed with Brussel’s sprouts,’ Lucy said as she trailed Valerie through the snow. ‘Did you know there are a hundred and ten varieties?’
Valerie glanced back over her shoulder. ‘And I imagine they all taste exactly the same. What’s up with you? You sound besotted.’
Lucy coughed, startling a couple of elderly people helping each other along the pavement. ‘He said he likes my laugh. He called it endearing.’
‘Well, I suppose that means his car’s safe,’ Valerie said with a smirk.
‘Oh, Mum, I hope that was a joke.’
‘Dear, of course it was. I’m happy for you. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.’
Lucy felt a pang of regret, but quickly let her memory of Tarquin’s words, and seeing Mark by his wife’s grave, extinguish it. Dan, if he really liked her, could wait another
