In The Boss's Castle. Jessica Gilmore

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      ‘WHAT HAVE YOU got planned for me today?’ Maddison looked up at the threatening-looking sky and wrinkled her nose. ‘And what did you do with the sunshine?’

      ‘I forgot to order it.’ Kit gestured towards the end of the street. ‘Shall we?’

      ‘Okay, but there better be more transport today because, I am warning you, my feet are planning on going on strike after two miles.’

      He wasn’t surprised by her declaration. They had covered a huge amount of distance the day before, walking to Hampstead Heath from Highgate where, after deciphering the clue, Maddison had found out the opening times of the famous all-season open-air pool. From there they had travelled to first Regent’s and then Hyde Park before searching for Peter Pan’s statue in Kensington Gardens. Less a leisurely treasure hunt, more a route march through London’s parks.

      And Maddison hadn’t complained once.

      She had turned all his preconceptions on their head this weekend. She had surprised him, shamed him a little, with the speech she had produced, with her sharp criticism of his own effort. Charmed him with her unabashed competitiveness in the pub quiz; and yesterday she had unflaggingly followed the clues, suggesting improvements and possible new additions. Not once had she moaned about sore feet or tried to steer him into a shop. He tried to imagine Camilla under similar circumstances and suppressed a smile. Unless her treasure hunt took her down Bond Street she was likely to give up at the first clue.

      What was he doing with women like Camilla? He’d thought he was choosing wisely, safely, but maybe he would be better off on his own. It was what he deserved, after all. Although sometimes his dating habits seemed like some eternal punishment, his own personal Hades.

      Maddison stopped. ‘The bus stop is just here. I was a bit horrified when I realized I was going to have to bus in to work but actually I love that I spend every day on a real red double-decker. It’s like an adventure. I never quite know where it might take me.’

      Kit’s mouth curled into a reluctant smile, his bitter thoughts banished by her enthusiasm. Turned out Maddison Carter had quite the imagination. ‘Doesn’t it stop at the bus stop outside work?’

      ‘Well, yeah, that’s where I choose to get off. But sometimes I wonder if it might turn an unexpected corner and poof. There I am, in Victorian London, or Tudor London. Even in New York I don’t feel that. Oh, we have some wonderful old houses back home but they’re babies compared to some of the buildings I see here.’

      ‘We’ll have to do the history tour next. That will blow your mind.’ The bus pulled in at that moment and they got on, tapping their cards on the machine by the driver before ascending the narrow, twisting staircase to the top deck. Yesterday was the first time Kit had been on a bus in a really long time, and personally he was struggling to see any hint of adventure travelling in the slow, crowded vehicle, but to test the routes properly he needed to travel the way his intended market would. However long it took.

      He would taxi home though; that wouldn’t be cheating.

      The bus lurched forward as he slid into a narrow seat beside Maddison. She was wearing the same brightly patterned skirt as yesterday teamed with another neat cashmere cardigan, this one in a bright blue that emphasized the red tones in her hair. She looked like a bird of paradise, far too elegant for the top deck of a bus—or a hike through a park. She had turned away to stare out the window, no doubt daydreaming of time-travelling adventures as the bus progressed slowly down a narrow street, stopping every few hundred yards to allow passengers on and off.

      It was a good thing they had all day.

      Kit shifted in his seat, trying to arrange his legs comfortably. ‘Did you have a nice evening? A date with one of your conquests from the party?’ Whatever she had done it had to have been better than his evening, an engagement party for an old friend. Camilla had been there, all quivering emotion and hurt eyes, his attempt to speak rationally to her thwarted by tears. It was funny, he thought grimly, how he had stuck to his word and yet somehow ended up the villain of the piece. At least she finally seemed to have accepted that they were over, had been over for some weeks and, no, he wasn’t going to change his mind.

      ‘A date?’ Maddison turned and stared at him. ‘I only met those men on Friday. It would be a bit early for me to accept a date off any of them even if they did ask me.’

      Kit grinned at the indignation in her voice. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Do you need references and to meet the parents first?’

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