BOOK 4

He flung himself out of bed and stalked across the room, as sleek as a racehorse. Amy noted with something very like terror that he was still rampantly aroused and it was with relief that she watched him throw on his blue silk dressing gown, belt it, and drop into his leather bedroom chair, all in one superb movement.

Tm asking you to share my life, not inviting you to a bloody vicarage tea party. I take it you don't like the idea?'

'Well . . .' Amy began, then went on hastily. 'There's my job . . .'

'Where on earth does that come into it?'

Amy made no reply. In the three months they'd known each other he'd never let her talk about her work, so naturally he didn't realize how important it was to her.

It was understandable, she supposed, trying to make allowances. After all, she hadn't known herself before she started what an absorbing job teaching could be.

Seven years ago, David had married Jenny and brought her to live on the farm. At first Amy had been a little worried to have anot