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The Coordinator
‘I think he likes you,’ Valerie said. ‘I mean, he made a joke at your expense, but he was smiling. That’s a good sign.’
‘And lucky you didn’t laugh at it,’ Alan added, stuffing a huge piece of scone into his mouth. Alan, who claimed to have forgotten breakfast, had insisted they stop in a pretty café for a mid-morning cream tea.
‘He’s already heard her laugh,’ Valerie said. ‘You let one slip, didn’t you, dear?’
Lucy glowered into her hot chocolate as Alan said, ‘And they didn’t drop you off at the next services? Must be true love.’
‘You know we’re only joking,’ Valerie said. ‘Your laugh’s not that bad.’ She patted Lucy’s hand. Lucy said nothing. The photograph Elizabeth Trevellian had posted now had twenty thousand likes. The last time she had checked—during a pret
