CHAPTER 13
AS NICK CHATTED away beside me, I questioned once again why I decided to come tonight. I’d already heard so many expressions of sympathy over my husband that if one more person said how sorry they were, I’d run screaming from the building.
Unfortunately, Nick read my thoughts and tightened his grip on my arm as he turned to introduce me to yet another benefactor.
“Emerson, this is Donald Watson. He runs a garden centre in West Sussex, and he’s interested in joining our mentoring scheme. Donald, this is Emerson Black.”
Donald stuck out a pudgy hand for me to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Black.” He addressed my t**s, which were displayed a little too prominently in a red dress carefully selected by Bradley. “I’m sorry to hear about your husband.”
Arrrgh. I gritted
