Spring Tides at Swallowtail Bay by Katie Ginger

Author:Katie Ginger [Katie Ginger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2020-03-07T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Miles sat opposite Kiera in the nice seafood restaurant just down the road from their house. It was small, local and friendly, completely unlike the fancy restaurant at the Langdon Mansion Hotel. That was where Kiera had wanted to go for dinner tonight but Miles had left it too late to get a reservation. He’d been away all week on jobs up north and had completely forgotten to call them. By the time he’d remembered, no amount of pleading with the snooty maître d’ had conjured up a table on a busy Saturday night and Kiera had sulked ever since he’d broken the news.

The cheerful notes of Van Morrison sounded from the speakers and Miles noticed other couples chatting or bobbing their heads to the music. Everyone else seemed relaxed and happy, but he was feeling distinctly on edge. Through the week, when he’d called and spoken with Kiera, there’d been a tension that travelled over the distance, seeping into his body. For some reason, they didn’t seem to be getting on as well lately.

Tonight, the gentle light from the long tapered candle stuffed into a wine bottle lit Kiera’s face, but she eyed it disdainfully and picked up her wine glass. Miles tried to ignore the sinking feeling settling in his stomach.

This had been their favourite restaurant once upon a time. At the moment that time felt like eons ago. He still loved it here. Loved the way the walls were covered in nautical paintings. None of them were famous, at least, he didn’t think they were. Some were landscapes, some of ships or docks from all different eras. He especially liked the way the handrail along the bar was made of thick mariner’s rope. He’d asked for a seat by the window and the friendly staff had been only too happy to oblige – service he couldn’t imagine getting at the Langdon Mansion that seemed more of a do-what-you’re-told kind of place. They were opposite the beach and from their table he could see a bright white moon glittering off the calm water below.

‘Are you okay?’ asked Miles.

Kiera huffed. ‘I’m just bored of this place.’

‘Don’t you like it in here anymore?’ Miles ran his fingers over the thick wooden table top feeling the nicks and crevices.

‘It’s all right,’ she said with a shrug. ‘I was hoping for something more classy.’ She leaned forwards. ‘My friends are texting me all the time to find out where things I’m wearing or looking at for the wedding are from, and what I’m doing for invitations and stuff. They’re beyond jealous.’ She started scrolling through her phone. ‘I really wanted to go to our wedding venue tonight to post some pictures of the ballroom, but you didn’t get a reservation.’

Stress stiffened his shoulders, but Miles was determined not to have a row. They’d been bickering a lot lately and he’d wanted tonight to be like old times. ‘Isn’t there something here you could use?’

‘No,’ she scoffed. ‘I mean candles in wine bottles? It’s so mid-Nineties.

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