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She glared at him.

“What?” she demanded. “You get to drive me nuts?”

“Exactly.” He was pretty pleased with himself.

If he couldn’t catch her doing anything stupid, he might be able to slow her down. Either way, it was win-win. He was sticking to her like glue until he had some evidence, or he had her out of his house. Davina let out a long weary sigh.

“Fine.” She spun on her heels then eyed him over her shoulder. “I need someone to carry the bags anyway.”

And then she was off. There was a little voice in the back of Jack’s head telling him that his latest idea had nothing to do with police work, or with gathering evidence. It didn’t even have anything to do with the fact he wanted the woman out of his house. No. He caught a whiff of hair as it swayed in front of him and his mouth watered. She was a magnetic field and he’d been sucked into it. The little voice in his head laughed at him. Underneath it all, Jack just wanted to be close to her. And wasn’t that a sure sign he needed therapy after all?

Davina’s heart was racing as she pushed open the door to Miss Clara’s Cake Emporium. Usually the thought of being in cake-making heaven was enough to get her adrenalin flowing. Today, it was due to the fact she was shopping with her very own bodyguard.

“What is this place?” Jack said.

“Baking supplies.”

“Don’t you just pick up flour at the supermarket?”

Poor stupid man. She ignored him as she perused the shelves and displays. It was his idea to tag along, so tough if it confused his simple little mind.

“Davina, darling.” Miss Clara was about a hundred and twenty and the size of a pixie. “Who is the gorilla?”

Davina grinned.

“That’s exactly what I thought when I first saw him, but now that I know him he’s a lot more like the Terminator.”

The two women stared at Jack, who wasn’t amused.

“Holy smoke,” said the old lady. “You’re right on the money. Hey, big fella.” She prodded Jack with her designer walking stick. “Say ‘make my day.’”

Davina rolled her eyes.

“That was Dirty Harry.” She turned to Jack. “Say, ‘I’ll be back.’”

The two women stared at him expectantly. Jack looked from one to the other.

“Buy what you need and let’s get out of here,” he said.

“Hey,” Davina said. “You’re the one following me, remember. We’re on my schedule.”

He folded his arms and took up residence in the middle of the shop.

“Make him stop that,” Miss Clara said. “He’s going to frighten the customers.”

“Try to blend in,” Davina ordered.

He seemed to think about that for a second and then he took off his jacket. Miss Clara and Davina shared a look.

“Yeah, that makes all the difference,” Miss Clara mumbled.

Davina turned her back on Jack. There was nothing she could do about him, but at least she knew where he was. It had been a really creepy feeling earlier when he’d been following her. She glanced in his direction and caught him studying her behind. Unfortunately she also knew exactly what he was doing too. Super. She wiggled her rear.

“Like what you see?” she said before she thought better of it.

Jack grunted but his cheeks flushed slightly, which made her smile wickedly.

“I’ve got the cake tins you ordered.” Miss Clara signalled to Betsy her assistant who disappeared into the back of the shop. “I also have some wonderful chocolate moulds and edible glitter.”