No Mark upon Her by Deborah Crombie

Author:Deborah Crombie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc.
Published: 2012-02-07T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

To fuel the body, each crew member consumed between 6000 and 7000 calories a day, about three times the average intake for an adult . . . Every dish would be three times larger than you’d expect to find at a “normal” dinner table. Foster brought his own special bowl to hold the mountain of pasta he ate at lunch. One oarsman ate out of a dog bowl. Others might use flowerpots.

—Rory Ross with Tim Foster

Four Men in a Boat: The Inside Story of the Sydney Coxless Four

Having given his name to one of the women in Leander’s front office and asked to speak to Milo Jachym, Doug took advantage of the few minutes’ wait in the club’s lobby. Hands behind his back, he strolled round the room, trying not to look as if he was gawking at the photos and trophies on display. He’d stopped in front of the gift shop display cabinet, pondering whether he’d buy a French-cuffed shirt just to wear a set of pink hippo cuff links, when a female voice spoke behind him.

“I’d go with the navy baseball cap if I were you.”

Turning with a start, he saw it was Lily Meyberg, the pretty house manager.

“You don’t think the pink would work?” he asked, making a valiant effort to appear nonchalant. He nodded at the violently pink cap in the cabinet.

“I think I’d admire such a brave man,” she said, smiling. “But the color doesn’t suit you. I’d stick with the navy.” Touching his arm lightly, she added, “Mustn’t forget my mission. I’m to take you up to reception. Milo will be along in a few minutes.”

Following her up the staircase, he was torn between watching the way her bum moved in her slim navy skirt and looking at the photos of the Olympic medalists and world champions that lined the stairwell. He’d only glimpsed the photos the other night—he certainly hadn’t wanted to stop and gawp in front of Kincaid, but now he was finding the alternative option more tempting.

“We’re just setting up for lunch,” Lily said when they reached the reception area at the top of the stairs. “But the bar’s open. Can I get you something?”

“Oh, no thanks. Bit early for me.”

“And no drinking on duty, right?”

Not wanting to sound a complete plod, he shrugged and said, “Well, an occasional pint at lunch, maybe.”

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he walked to the balcony doors and looked out across the meadows that would house the Regatta enclosures come June. If he peered to the left, he could just see down into the yard where the boats were racked.

Resisting the urge to glance into the dining rooms on either side of the little foyer, he turned back to Lily, but not before he’d glimpsed the oars mounted on the walls. Olympic oars. Dear God. And Rebecca Meredith’s might one day have joined them.

“Lily, you were here on Tuesday morning, right?” he asked, trying to picture the scene. “Do you remember who was

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