Desperate Measures (23 page)

Anne eyed the other women sourly as they teetered away, their ridiculously high heels sinking into the ground. She also admitted her grandmother might have a point.

“No comment,” she finally said.

“Naturally, you wouldn’t,” Lettice said. “I better get over to the presentation. Then we’ll go home and change for the dance.”

As her grandmother headed for the knot of officials on the playing field, Anne shook her head and began to pack up the remains of their picnic.

“There is no way I will be at that damn dance tonight,” she muttered to herself. After her gaping schoolgirl reaction to James, she’d be stupid to expose herself again to his charm.

Incredibly stupid.