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Alan pulled the car up close to the back door of the house, and
hurried around the vehicle to help Sarah out. “I’ll go find Ben after
I’ve taken you into the house.”
But Sarah, holding Alan’s arm, had managed only a few awkward
steps when the back door opened. They looked up to see Ben towering
over them at the top of the stairs.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“Mrs. Fielding had a fall,” Alan said. “One of the planks on the
grandstand gave way.”
“Alan was kind enough to drive me home,” Sarah said quickly.
“Penny and Dave were still busy at the stock show.”
During this short exchange Ben had not moved but, as Alan
put an arm around Sarah’s waist to help her onto the first step, he
sprang forward. “I’m capable of looking after my wife, McNeill,” he
growled. “You can go now.”
Without a word Alan released her to Ben. Sarah, her cheeks burning
with embarrassment, turned to look at him.
“Thank you for bringing me home, Alan.”
He nodded, and their eyes met and held for one brief moment.
Then he got into the car, started it, and drove away.
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