Tell Me You Do. Fiona Harper

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      For Nikki,

      an all-round inspiration and great gal to work with!

       And for Andy, my own Indiana Jones

       with secateurs. x

       CHAPTER ONE

      DANIEL ALWAYS GRUMBLED that his mobile phone rang at the most inconvenient of moments, and it didn’t disappoint him now. Just as he was lifting a delicate Venus flytrap out of its pot, his hands full of roots and compost, his trouser pocket buzzed. Since he refused to assign fancy ring-tones to everyone in his contact list the double ring of an old-fashioned phone told him precisely nothing about the caller’s identity.

      Once upon a time, he’d have ignored it—his hands being full of an uprooted Dionaea muscipula and all—but these days he could never quite push the thought from his mind that it might be his younger sister, telling him she was ill again. Or worse, a stranger telling him she’d collapsed and was in Accident and Emergency, and casually requesting he pick her kids up from pre-school.

      Reluctantly, he shook the earth off his right hand, cupped the clump of roots and foliage in his left and fumbled in the thigh pocket of his cargo trousers for his phone. He balanced the handset on his shoulder and squeezed his cheek onto it to keep it in place as he attempted to brush more of the compost that caked his fingers off on the back of his trousers.

      ‘Yup.’

      The phone started to slide and he quickly grabbed for it with his still-dirty hand.

      ‘Daniel Bradford?’ a deep yet annoyingly upbeat male voice asked.

      ‘Yup,’ he repeated, more focused on trying to replace the prize СКАЧАТЬ