Dangerous Interloper. Penny Jordan

lived near Bath for a while when I was in my teens. They’ve moved north now. My father comes from the Borders and wanted to go back there when he retired.’

      ‘Which reminds me,’ her father interrupted. ‘I’ve got the details of some houses for you. You did say you’d prefer something outside the town?’

      ‘Yes, I do.’

      While the two men discussed the various properties available, Helen commented to Miranda that she would be glad when all the fuss of the wedding was over.

      Everyone had finished eating, coffee had been served, and the moment Miranda had been privately dreading had arrived.

      The lights had been dimmed, the small band had started playing and couples were gradually filling the dance floor.

      She prayed that Ben would not out of politeness ask her to dance. The very last thing she wanted was to be held in his arms. And yet, what had she to fear? She had already convinced herself that, no matter how physically attractive she had originally found him, that attraction had vanished once she knew who and what he was, and, that being the case, what had she to fear from dancing with him? Nothing; nothing at all, and anyway, why was she inviting problems that might not occur? In all probability he wasn’t even going to invite her to dance with him.