The Tycoon's Instant Family. Caroline Anderson

wanted to scream it out loud, to run into the sea yelling it to the gulls screeching overhead—

      ‘Would this be a good time for that tea?’ he murmured.

      ‘I’ve got a better idea,’ she said, turning to him with a smile that wouldn’t be held down any longer. ‘There’s a café round the corner—nothing fancy, no barista making designer bevvies, just good, strong filter coffee and the best BLT baguettes in the world. I reckon I owe you that at least—and I haven’t had breakfast yet.’

      ‘It’s ten to twelve.’

      ‘I know. My stomach’s well aware.’

      He grinned, dumped his hard hat on the desk and held out his hand towards the door.

      ‘In that case, what are we waiting for?’