“She did the work a little at a time – brushing the leaves into piles to be shovelled up later if she felt up to it. Harriet was concentrating, so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear the back gate open, and she didn’t hear the footsteps either until it was too late.
‘Want some help,’ a masculine voice asked from behind her, sending a shiver up her spine. Harried spun round – he was young, tall and wiry looking. He was wearing those jeans that bagged and hung loose around the re...ar end. He looked shifty and she felt suddenly afraid – not like her at all. As the alien feeling swamped her head Harriet had an almost uncontrollable urge to laugh out loud. What was this - she was scared of nothing – not any more. She was a cold hearted killer for Heaven’s sake! So what was it about this lad that had her rattled?
‘I’ll finish up here for a tenner, what d’you say? You could go and brew up, I fancy a cuppa,’ he grinned, rubbing his hands together.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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