by Faith Martin
Hillary grunted. ‘Save your pity for Flo Jenkins,’ she advised them both sharply. ‘That old lady wanted nothing more than to enjoy her birthday and one last Christmas. And if she’d had that lottery win back when she’d been entitled to it, her last few months could have been spent having a high old time. She’d have liked that. Instead, a woman she thought of as her friend, a woman she trusted, put a paperknife through her heart. If you want to feel sorry for someone, feel sorry for her.’
In the somewhat awkward silence that followed, Mel said softly, ‘Hillary Greene, champion of the dead.’
Hillary smiled wryly. ‘Damn right!’
Barrington excused himself first, and his departure triggered the newly-weds to go as well. Hillary also rose, but just as she reached the door, Paul Danvers raised his head. ‘Hillary, just a minute. How about a bite to eat?’
Hillary, one hand on the door handle, turned and glanced at him. He had to be kidding right? She had Regis breathing down her neck to move in with him, and now her boss, her boss, for Pete’s sake, was asking her out on a date. It wasn’t as if she even fancied him. She’d have to be insane to accept. ‘OK,’ she heard her voice say.
And Paul Danvers, totally but happily surprised, grinned as if he’d just won the national lottery.
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Copyright
© Faith Martin 2007
First published in Great Britain 2007
This edition 2011
ISBN 978 0 7090 9535 4 (epub)
ISBN 978 0 7090 9536 1 (mobi)
ISBN 978 0 7090 9537 8 (pdf)
ISBN 978 0 7090 8443 3 (print)
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