Liz bit her tongue because she needed the job. Everything in her life had changed since Derek's business had gone bust. His building company had specialized in extensions and renovations at a time when the banks were writing to home-owners pleading with them to borrow money. Those years had enabled them to buy her dream house. He'd worried she'd find it humiliating to have to serve their yummy-mummy neighbors wearing a shiny blue pinafore with her hair scraped up under a cap, but Liz wasn't like that. A job was a job. She wasn't going to let anyone take her home without a fight.