Harry had pushed her father in his wheelchair around the displays and stalls and back to the house. Every time she had a go on a game the volunteers told them how 'Mr Dempsey' had either won or lost, either way he had charmed them. He had even bought items from the bring and buy and given them to passers by.

"You know Harriet, James has been quite a hit" her father spoke, then paused wondering whether to continue or not. He got no encouragement from his daughter who spoke about how well all the staff had done despite her being in London.

So what about this 'moving on' in your life Harriet? Freddy cut the conversation back to the subject he wished to tackle

"Fine" she said 'but who bloody well with?'

"I thought that was a given" her father smiled and caught her eye

"James Dempsey"

'You two…"

"I quit the police force because of him you know that"

"Actually I think it may technically be because of yourself dear" Freddy ventured

Harry threw him a confused look

"What exactly did he say when you quit?' Freddy asked unsure if this was prying or not but he'd let his daughter be the judge of that if she answered

'That I wasn't irreplaceable'

That hadn't been the answer Lord Winfield had been expecting. 'And you said what to him?'

Harry thought of his trip into the museum, 'that I was bored of him' she remembered her despair when he had walked away, she hadn't meant it at all and she guessed he hadn't meant his comments truly either. Lord Winfield didn't really wish to know the details of the middle of the problem; 'what did he say to make you go back?'

Harry recalled that lunch time, his huge grin she said nothing

'Harry, I don't mean to pry, I just want to help you think things through'

She jolted up 'That he'd resign also'

'And that made you go back?'

'Police work is the passion and purpose of Dempsey's life'

'And he placed you higher than that' her father smiled as he spoke the words he knew his daughter would never actually speak.

That was exactly what she dared to dream his words meant but she wasn't sure, he hadn't actually said anything. Harry considered everything then spoke "You know Dempsey - he thinks when he knows the baddy he's closed the case, well I need evidence."

"And I think I'm right in saying that I told you there was plenty of evidence a few weeks ago – on a particular Saturday Morning I seem to remember"

Well actually all the words her father had delivered that day had spun around her head and found resting places. Harry had been and filed for divorce 10 days ago now, she had made a start to moving on. She rested her hand on her fathers shoulder, "Freddy, I went and filed the divorce papers"

He patted her hand, "Good girl, it'll work out"

The maid Susan came out and wheeled Lord Winfield away up to his rooms, Harry felt drained, more from the tension of the day than lack of sleep, but the net result was the same. She went to check on the preparations for the ball then made her way up to her room. She opened the door to her room and saw Dempsey sleeping diagonally across her bed; she stood and looked at him. She was still so grateful that he had come, he had been such a hit, and she just wished she didn't find things like the dog incident so embarrassing. She had to admit, to herself at least, that the crowd had loved the award, and all the other prizes they had awarded that morning.

She looked at her watch; there was just time to lie down for a few minutes. She pushed James over towards the middle, "come on at least give me a little room to lie on my own bed" she whispered. He moved into a more vertical line, but left his arms out stretched; Harry too was asleep before she hit the pillow, instinctively James wrapped his arm around her and she rested her head on his chest. They remained comfortably asleep, innocent of their natural instincts as they slept in each others arms until a knocking on the door woke them both.

"Miss Harriet! Miss Harriet!"

Harry jumped off the bed and opened the door; Dempsey just pulled himself up to sitting and ruffled his hair. The maid tried not to look surprised when she saw Dempsey on the bed "I just thought you would like to know it was an hour until the evening guests arrive"

"Thank you Susan" Harry watched Susan's eyes glance back to Dempsey again. "Mr Dempsey is travelling back tonight" she stopped any further explanation, it was only likely to sound wrong; that's what she hated so much – people having cause to talk about her.