"He thinks you've taken a dislike for him," Suzanne said in a last attempt to stand up for one of her managers."He may mean that I took a dislike for ...is people skills. I worked in two of his departments when I was fifteen and never saw him. I doubt if he knows the name of the kid that sorts the mail." He's a busy man, Sammy." I told him that I know he has a lot of balls in the air."Suzanne looked perplexed. I'd raised an issue and I was sure it was something she wanted to discuss with Mr.. " Where are you living?"Nick told them."Oh that's a pretty village," exclaimed Jenny, "and they've got a cricket ground so there'll be no excuses." No, ma'am," said Nick."We'll come and barrack, provided they do good teas." Oh Lord!" said Nick. "I'm in deep trouble. Actually, being Yorkshire born I'm not sure they'd have me." Nonsense!" said David. "They'd take you on for the trans-Pennine matches alone."The three laughed.As Nick thought he might be, he was charmed by Norman's wife, Annelise.. ”She had clipped and tucked the rose behind her left ear. Michael fixed on it, avoiding more than a quick glance at her breasts. He noted her sports bra appeared healthy, if slightly overwhelmed. Oddly, she wore tight black shorts now, rather than black leggings. God, she had beautiful, long legs.“Here.” She handed him the beer.Michael remembered his sunglasses, wondering where they were. He could sure use them now. Watching peripherally as Becca idly inspected her rose bushes, sipping Sam. An inch at most! Lord Melchett harrumphed, Bad business, bloody bad business. Serena sat with her friends Marjory and Valeria, I followed Melchett back into the ballroom, Arent you dancing? he asked Serena. Hardly father, she said and she indicated Bunty who had just fallen off the table for the third time. Then Mr Hardy seems free, eh what Hardy, Quadrille with Serena? he suggested. Indeed, would be honoured, I agreed. Good, Good! he smiled, At least Hardy has remained sober enough to stand on.