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take it you have an answer for me?’
‘Yes. I accept your offer for the Medlar Farm Cottages.’
Alex was silent for so long Sarah’s stomach did a nosedive. Had she been right to worry? Had he changed his mind?
‘Good,’ he said at last.
Her eyes kindled. Swine! He’d done that on purpose.
‘I suggest,’ he went on, ‘that we meet here at my office at eleven tomorrow to make the exchange. Is that convenient for you?’
‘Yes.’
‘One of the Merrick Group lawyers will be present, and you will naturally wish to bring your own legal support.’
‘Naturally,’ she said crisply, praying that the solicitor Oliver had found for her would be free to accompany her into the lion’s den.
‘In the meantime, I’ll send our chief surveyor round to the cottages today at ten to make our own official inspection—if that’s convenient?’ Alex said, hoping Sarah couldn’t tell he was grinning from ear to ear.
‘Of course,’ she said coolly, and disconnected to call her solicitor and make her request.
Charles Selby, it appeared, was only too glad to accompany her, and promised to pick her up at Medlar House well before the appointed hour. Probably because she was the goddaughter of Oliver Moore QC, thought Sarah the cynic, then rang Oliver’s chambers, as ordered, to give him the glad news.
‘Splendid, darling,’ he said, delighted. ‘Congratulations. I wondered if you might change your mind at the last minute.’
‘So did I,’ she admitted ruefully. ‘By the way, I’ve asked Mr Selby to go with me tomorrow, Oliver.’
‘Good girl. He can brief me later. Louise and Sam would be so proud of you, Sarah. I’ll drink a toast to all three of you tonight.’
Once Sarah had swallowed the lump in her throat, she rang Harry to put him in the picture.
‘Well done, boss,’ he said gruffly. ‘But if it’s not signed and sealed until tomorrow you’ll need Ian again tonight.’
‘I will, indeed. Then tomorrow the Merrick Group can take over. I’m driving down to the site right now to wait for their building inspector, Harry. How about celebrating with a ploughman’s at the Green Man later?’
‘I’m here at the cottages now,’ he told her. ‘Ian had to go off early this morning, so he asked me to come over.’
‘Thank you, Harry, you’re a star!’
‘Get away with you. I’ll put the kettle on.’
Sarah spent a tense morning with Harry, praying that the Merrick surveyor would find nothing wrong when he arrived to inspect the houses.
‘Stop worrying,’ Harry told her. ‘The official building inspectors were satisfied with it, so I doubt this fellow will find anything wrong.’
‘I just hope you’re right,’ she said fervently.
The inspector had finished by lunchtime, but to Sarah’s disappointment he made no comment on the properties other than to tell her he would pass on his findings to Mr Merrick.
‘I wish I knew what his findings were,’ said Sarah, frustrated.
‘You will, soon enough. The surveyor Bob Grover hired for his barns was just as thorough,’ Harry told her.
‘I’ll take Mr Grover’s outlay into consideration when I make my offer,’ Sarah assured him. ‘Though I’ll need a second survey on the barns. The original intention was holiday lets, so it’s vital I make sure I have the necessary permits for permanent dwellings.’
Lunch at the Green Man cheered Sarah up considerably, though Harry advised her in advance against giving the regulars her news. ‘Time enough for that when the deal’s gone through,’ he warned.
‘Don’t worry, Harry. I won’t breathe a word to anyone until the money’s safe in my bank account.’
When they went into the bar to a chorus of greetings Sarah had to put up with some good-natured teasing about being dressed up today, instead of in her working clothes.
‘You clean up pretty good, I must say,’ said Fred, handing her a half of cider. ‘I don’t think you’ve met Eddy’s son,’ he added, indicating the man who’d just come through into the bar. ‘Daniel, this is Miss Sarah Carver—the prettiest property developer in the business.’
Daniel Mason put up the flap to come round the bar and shake Sarah’s hand. Unlike his stocky father, he was tall and slim, with smooth fair hair and confident blue eyes. ‘I’m delighted to meet you,’ he said fervently.
Sarah smiled. ‘I haven’t seen you in here before.’
‘I’m London-based, but I’m down for a few days’ break from the city grind.’
‘He works in a bank,’ said Harry, his tone pejorative.
Daniel laughed. ‘But don’t hold that against me, Miss Carver.’
‘Sarah’s from London,’ Fred informed him. ‘But she’s not like any city girl you know. Brought up on a building site, weren’t you, my dear?’
‘Mostly,’ she admitted, and smiled. ‘Though I did go to school now and then.’
‘Maybe you could see what’s happened to our meals, Daniel,’ interrupted Harry.
‘Certainly,’ said the son of the house, unfazed. ‘Back in a minute.’
‘You watch that one,’ said Harry in an undertone. ‘He’s too clever by half.’
Since this was more or less the same comment he’d made about Alex Merrick, Sarah smiled, amused. It was obviously Harry’s general attitude towards the young and successful male.
When Daniel came back with their lunches he leaned on the other side of the bar while Sarah and Harry ate, asking about the project Sarah had just finished.
‘I didn’t do it on my own,’ she assued him. ‘I had Harry’s invaluable input all along, plus some from Mr Carter here, and from several other people Harry roped in along the way.’
Daniel raised an eyebrow. ‘I thought you were semi-retired, Mr Sollers?’
‘Miss Carver needed my help,’ said Harry flatly, and turned away to talk to Fred.
‘He doesn’t approve of soft city-types like me,’ said Daniel in an undertone, then grinned. ‘Though he’s best known for his disapproval of the female of the species, so how did you get him work to work for you?’
‘Harry works with me,’ Sarah said with emphasis. ‘Lucky for me he approved of my aim to restore the cottages rather than demolish them.’
‘Ah, I see! I’d like to see the result of your labours,’ he added. ‘May I come and marvel some time?’
‘By all means.’
‘Let me get you another drink.’
She shook her head, smiling. ‘I must get back.’
Harry turned back to her. ‘I’ll drop you off, boss, then I’m going to the vicarage to measure up the window Mrs Allenby wants replaced. I’ll get back to you after that and wait for Ian.’
‘No need, Harry. Just run me back now and I can do the waiting. I’ve got nothing planned for this afternoon. I’ll potter around in the gardens, then read until the night shift comes on.’
‘In that case maybe I’ll do a bit in my own garden.’ He lifted her down from the bar stool, and Sarah said a general goodbye to everyone, including Daniel, who smiled back with a warmth so marked that Harry teased her about it as they drove