‘Fantastic.’

‘And now you. You’ve had a shock. Would you like Mr Francis and I to drop you home?’

But enough was enough. The man was starting to seriously unnerve her, and she had a business relationship to maintain.

‘Thank you, but I’ll be fine.’

‘She’d like you to take her,’ Angela volunteered, but got a glower from Molly. Molly took a deep breath and took hold of the situation. Somehow.

‘I’ll see you at nine tomorrow,’ she told him.

He paused and looked down at her, still with that trace of confusion in his eyes.

‘With a chaperon?’

There was only one answer to that. ‘Certainly with a chaperon.’

He smiled at that, and once again his hand came out and touched her cheek.

‘Very wise. Okay, Miss Farr. I’ll see you tomorrow at nine. Take care of your hand. And your frog.’

And with that he was gone, leaving everyone in the office staring after him.

‘Molly, can I come? Please, can I come? You’ll need help and I can help you. I won’t even cramp your style.’ Jackson was no sooner out of the door than Angela’s clutch on her arm intensified. ‘I’d make a great chaperon.’

‘Thanks, but I’ll find my own chaperon.’ Molly managed a smile, albeit a weak one.

‘I need to go with you,’ Trevor told her. ‘This is my real estate firm.’

It might be, but it didn’t seem like it. The family firm had been handed down to this, the third Trevor Farr, and under his expert guidance it showed every sign of heading for bankruptcy. Trevor’s father had spoken to Molly at her sister’s funeral and persuaded her to give the place a try.

‘If you need a job in the city then I’d be grateful if you could join the family firm. Work under Trevor for a while as you get used to the city. You can learn the city trade from him-and he can certainly learn things from you. You’re the best.’