Secret Things and Highland Flings
TRACY CORBETT
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Tracy Corbett 2019
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Ebook Edition © May 2019 ISBN: 9780008299491
Version: 2019-03-22
For Simon, thank you for helping me find my smile again. x
Table of Contents
Tuesday 29th May
Lexi Ryan wasn’t having the best of mornings. She’d managed to slice open her finger while chopping apricots for the muffins she’d baked first thing, and then she’d torn a contact lens and spent the next thirty minutes trying to locate the broken pieces in her eye. By the time she’d recovered and rushed down from the flat to open up her art gallery below, her finger was throbbing and her eye was bloodshot. Not exactly the composed and professional look she was aiming for.
She’d hoped wearing her favourite emerald-green fifties wrap-around dress might cheer her flagging spirits, but not even her love of vintage clothing was working today.
It was now lunchtime and things hadn’t improved. She had a pile of bills that needed paying and insufficient funds in her account to cover them. She’d phoned a few long-standing clients, hoping to encourage them into settling their accounts, but it had proved a fruitless exercise. Exceeding her overdraft limit this month was looking highly likely.
Concealing her agitation, she returned her