Love at the Little Wedding Shop by the Sea by Jane Linfoot

Author:Jane Linfoot [Linfoot, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008408091
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2020-09-02T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Later on Thursday.

Outside Brides by the Sea.

Singalongs and softplay.

‘Well, thanks for the lift back.’

I’m in the passenger seat, watching as Nic turns into the mews and comes to a halt in front of Brides by the Sea.

He pulls on the handbrake, leans forward and rests his forearms on the steering wheel. ‘And thank you for the in-car entertainment.’

Okay, I might have been singing along to Uptown Girl. Probably at the top of my voice. Lucky for him there was only time for two repeats.

‘And I’m really sorry … for all of it.’ For landing in his arms when I fell off the damned chair. For knocking us off balance. As if getting accidentally off my face isn’t bad enough, falling on top of my client when he manfully puts his body in the way as he tries to stop me smashing my skull on the floor – well that’s unforgivable. Made all the worse by Casper diving in too. Don’t ask why he thought jumping in with a rugby tackle so we all ended up in a heap on the concrete would be helpful.

Nic swallows. ‘Given the successful outcome with the castle booking, I think we can overlook the rest.’

But I still want to make it clear. ‘However it looks, I don’t make a habit of getting wasted.’ Thanks to the wind blasting straight off the beach and into my face, I’m a lot less wooshy than I was. A lot more back in the room.

He gives me a sideways glance. ‘Only once every three weeks then.’

I roll my eyes. ‘At work I’m usually much more—’ I’m looking out at the mews, the stone washed in the yellow light from the street lamps, the shop window lit up and snowy with tulle, studded with tiny lights ‘—more careful. More … not drunk.’

‘I’ll take your word for it.’ Nic sniffs. ‘I was going to suggest you came down to the boat for pancakes.’

That’s not appropriate. For so many reasons. ‘Truly, however hungry I am, that’s never going to work. I doubt I’d make it onto the jetty without falling into the harbour.’ I give a little shiver as I think about it and reach for the door handle. Me throwing myself at him once is enough for today. ‘I’d better go up.’

As I bump my shoulder against the door to open it, his hand lands on my arm. ‘Hang on, we don’t want you in a heap on the cobbles. I’ll come and help you out.’

That’s the thing, people who haven’t drunk anything can move so much faster than people who have. A split second later I’m still where I was and he’s arrived at the open door. And even though I’m on the passenger side instead of in the driving seat, however much I’m trying for it not to be, it’s still like Valentine’s night revisited. You’d think after being crushed in a heap together I’d be over the scent of him, but another head-spinning waft blows over me.

‘Right, let’s do this.

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