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Eveline laughed. ‘That’s definitely not on the cards.’
‘Shame. What’s the point in having a direct line to God if there aren’t any perks?’
‘This is one of the perks,’ Eveline replied, gesturing to the people standing at the other end of the table. ‘Isn’t it wonderful how many people have come?’
‘You’re too lovely for your own good,’ Estelle grumbled.
Eveline gave her a quick hug. ‘Thank you so much. Both of you. And don’t forget to “glove up”. It’s important to use protection!’
Seriously?
‘Have fun!’ Eveline dashed off to the start of the line of people, shaking hands and smiling as if eternally grateful they’d made the time to come to eat delicious free food she’d spent months rearing and the past two days preparing.
‘What an incredible woman,’ James murmured, stretching a pair of vinyl gloves onto his large hands.
An unpleasant sensation stabbed Estelle’s stomach. ‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’ she asked sharply, tugging her own gloves on. ‘She’s married. Not that it would stop you. Horn dog.’
‘Hot dog?’
She glanced up. James was addressing a smiling man.
‘Yes, please, I’ll take two,’ the man replied.
‘Excellent,’ James said to him. ‘My charming assistant—’
‘Boss.’
‘Colleague, will prepare your rolls, then I’ll slip the sausages in.’ James turned to her. ‘Ms Foxbrooke?’
Estelle grabbed a roll and wrenched it apart with so much force, the two sides separated.
For heaven’s sake!
‘Unfortunately,’ James began, ‘my colleague—’
‘Indentured servant,’ Estelle muttered.
‘Is a very powerful woman, and isn’t always aware of her own strength. Plus—’ he lifted his gloved hands, ‘—these do rather reduce sensation.’
I should have aimed higher with my bow last week.
She took another roll and held it open for him.
Using a pair of tongs, James placed the sausage inside and wiggled it up and down until it was firmly seated inside the bread.
‘Doesn’t that look good?’ he asked.
Estelle’s cheeks pricked with heat. She handed the hot dog over and grabbed another roll, refusing to meet James’s eye.
James was affable and polite as he greeted people, but Estelle was a robot powered by a thunderstorm. When the first flurry of customers had passed, she turned to him, her gaze fixed on the middle of his chest.
‘What are you doing here?’ she demanded.
‘Looking for you. How was your holiday?’
‘Not long enough.’
‘Where did you go?’
