‘I’ve got some business in St Andrews and I expect it will take a couple of days to wind up. May I let you know tomorrow if I’ll need to stay longer than two nights?’Belle Howell was every bit as glamorous as Stuart had said. Her pale blue silk dress rustled seductively as she moved, diamonds twinkled in her ears, and she wore a heady, musky perfume. But her smile didn’t meet her beautiful blue eyes, and he’d got the distinct impression when he rang earlier and asked if she had a room free that she was reluctant to have any guests. It was only when he said he was alone that she agreed she had a room free.‘That will be fine,’ she said. ‘Do you play golf?’‘Not very well,’ he admitted. ‘Do you?’She grimaced. ‘Certainly not. I think it’s the most tedious game in creation, and those outfits women golfers wear! But I’ll warn you now, my husband is a golf fiend, and he’s inclined to try to browbeat our guests into a game with him.’David smiled. ‘He wouldn’t want to play with me.
