Her eyes widened in surprise and annoyance that anyone could ask such a thing.Somehow, though, she was able to maintain the outer cool she showed to the world. `No,I was not!' she stated clearly, and, not wishing to say any more on the subject, she left itthere.To his credit, Joel Davenport allowed her to do so. He nodded, at any rate-she took it thathe believed her. `Human Resources will have explained the package that goes with the position.' He took the interview into another area. `Obviously the salary, pension andholiday entitlement are acceptable to you or you wouldn't have proceeded with your application.'`It's a very generous package,' Chesnie stated calmly. Generous! It was a sensationalsalary!`The successful candidate will earn every part of it,' he replied, which she felt hinted thatshe was not the successful candidate. Though when he continued she began to wonder...`The job as my PA demands one hundred per cent commitment,' he advised her, and surprised her by adding, `Your qualifications aside, you're a beautiful woman, Miss Cosgrove-' he did not seem personally impressed `-and no doubthave many admirers.'About to deny she had any, Chesnie, who just wasn't interested in relationships, suddenlyfelt feminine enough to want to go along with his view that she had a constant stream of admirers at her door. `They wouldn't interfere with my work,' she replied.`I may need you to work away with me on occasion,' he went on. She knew from the jobdescription that there were times when Joel Davenport required his PA to accompany himon overnight stays when he visited their Glasgow offices, and had no problem whatsoever with that. `Supposing such an occasion arose at short notice-say, half an hour before atheatre date with your favourite man?"'I'd hope my favourite man would enjoy the theatre just as much without me,' she replied promptly, and thought she caught a momentary twitch of her serious interviewer's mouth-quite a nice-shaped mouth, she suddenly realised-but it was come and gone in an instant.`There's no one man in particular in your life?'`No,' she replied. Who had the time? Or the inclination, for that matter?`No marriage plans?' he asked sternly, her one-syllable answer insufficient, apparently.But she resented his question. She hadn't asked him if he was married or about to be! Shestudied him for a moment. Good-looking, a director of the expanded and still expandingmulti-national Yeatman Trading-he had it all, which no doubt included some lovely wifesomewhere.Suddenly she became aware that as she was studying him, so keen blue eyes werestudying her. 'I'm not remotely interested in marriage,' she stated bluntly, belatedlyrealising his question, in light of his statement that the job as his PA demanded onehundred per cent commitment, was perhaps a valid one.`You sound as if you've something against marriage,' he commented.With her parents and her sisters as fine examples, who wouldn't have? Chesnie kept her thoughts to herself. `I believe the latest statistics show that forty per cent of marriages endin divorce. Personally, I'm more career-oriented than marriage-minded.'He nodded, but when she was expecting some comment on her reply, he insteadenquired, `You're still living in Cambridge?'