‘I think he’s a dentist.’
‘Well we certainly don’t need him, do we?’ said John. ‘A bottle of champagne is very well deserved.’
She leaned closer to him. ‘A bottle of champagne, a four-poster bed and a red satin corset.’
Her phone rang again. This time it was Doherty.
‘Hi! We’re partying, having a right humdinger of a celebration. Fancy joining us?’ He hesitated before saying the words she wanted to hear. ‘After all, you put so much into this. I need to show my appreciation.’
‘I’m sorry, Sergeant. Not tonight.’ She smiled at John. ‘I’m inspecting the facilities at a prominent Bath Hotel.’
‘Never mind. Another time? Just the two of us?’
‘Always willing to oblige the police.’
She snapped the phone shut. Blue eyes and stubble. Why was that so attractive? She also liked the way his hair flopped over his forehead, and that lop-sided smile. He also looked pretty good in jeans. Some guys just didn’t fill them as they should be filled. She hadn’t realised she was so deep in thought until John’s voice broke through.
‘Shall we take a rain check too?’
She jerked her head up. ‘What?’
He smiled at her. ‘Look. I wouldn’t want to rush anything …’
She bent her head over her bag, unwilling to let John see the sudden confusion she knew would show in her eyes. That was the trouble with having an open face – anybody could read it.
She fiddled with her phone as she thought things through. Suddenly the four poster and all the trimmings didn’t seem quite as attractive as they had done.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be. As I said, I wouldn’t want to rush things.’
But Doherty would, she thought as she left the bar. Damn him for phoning, for being lustful, masculine and annoyingly attractive. Damn her feet for heading towards Manvers Street and a party that she just had to be a part of.
Her phone rang again. ‘Are you coming?’ It was Doherty.
And damn him for being so sure that she’d come.
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Next in the Honey Driver series
Chefs can be arrogant, competitive and downright murderous at times, so when Bath International Taste Extravaganza (BITE for short) organizes a best chef competition, Honey Driver, the Hotels’ Association police liaison officer, senses trouble. Her instinct proves correct when the winning chef is found dead in his own kitchen. Then a second, and a third … On top of this Honey’s mother has fallen for the charms – and the white Rolls Royce – of a wealthy butcher, supplier to the catering trade. Is he really after her mother's body – well preserved as it is – or is he after the hotel’s meat account? Honey’s own relationship with dishy DS Doherty is on hold. He’s pooped – too tired even to fall for Honey’s ample charms. As for the murderer, is this a case of past grievances? And once it’s solved, will Honey finally get her man?
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