Breakfast Under a Cornish Sun by Samantha Tonge

Author:Samantha Tonge
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2016-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Wow. Friday already. Three days to the reopening of White Rocks. The less humid weather suited everyone on site. What a list of tasks lay ahead of us. Kensa would go shopping for inflatables for the pool, to make it more fun for young ones. Izzy would practise the new Cornish-themed doughnut decorations plus wait for a delivery of all our branded extras—her mum had posted them express delivery. Tremain had to work on the gardens, to spruce the place up. Housekeeping would vacuum and polish and scrub. Geoff was staying at the cottage to make his chilli sauce and would later shop for napkins, cooking oil—all the little things he hadn’t bought yet. And then this afternoon Guvnah and I planned to visit some of the chalets, to paint an image of Rocky Rabbit onto the wall of every children’s bedroom.

But this morning? I’d sing through part of my playlist for the disco evening on Monday, to test the entertainment area’s acoustics—after the biggest all-day breakfast. I snuck out early, chest back to normal after the smoke of the evening before—unlike my hair which still stank and needed three washes before it remotely smelt of the passion fruit shampoo. I wore beige three-quarter-length trousers and a white blouse, with beads hanging from the neckline and a fringe all around the bottom hem. Guvnah despaired sometimes at my bland choices, but working with a best friend like psychedelic Izzy, I figured my subdued shades helped the universe balance things out. Whistling a Michael Jackson tune, I headed for the reception building.

‘Morning, Kate!’ called Maria, as she passed in a housekeeping buggy. ‘You feel OK today?’

‘Yes. Thank you,’ I called back and gave the thumbs-up. Although not one hundred per cent between you and me. Truth be told, I still felt foolish—risking my life for nothing. I should have heeded Lucas’s conviction that the chalet would be empty.

‘Well, I think you’ve got guts,’ said Lucas, as he sat down next to me to eat. He’d rustled up the perfect breakfast, knowing by now that I liked no kippers and extra baked beans. The crisp fried bread felt so indulgent—a real no-no for the cholesterol-obsessed twenty-first century. And he’d grilled tomatoes so that they melted in the mouth—same for the mushrooms that had been lightly fried.

‘Guts or no sense?’ I said and gave a wry smile. ‘Tremain was right. I could have got killed. All for nothing.’

‘But you didn’t know that.’ Lucas wiped his greasy fingers and rubbed his hand up and down my bare arm. I waited for chemistry between us to spark. However, since the original excitement over finding my very own Poldark had subsided, I realised that this romance—if that’s what it was—might be a slow-burner.

Romance. Gosh. I hadn’t talked of that for a while. I chewed a mouthful of bacon and relished the smoky flavour. I stared at Lucas—that dirty gold skin, the foppish hair, that dangerous stubble, a teasing sense of humour, that hard-working ethic …

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