Samuel whipped his head her way. ‘Oh, is that right?’ She giggled as he tried to tickle her before leaning in for a kiss.
Spencer shook his head as he turned back to Will. ‘What a load of old mush.’
Will breathed out a laugh into his tea. ‘Do you know what they all say about you?’
Spencer frowned. ‘No, what?’
‘That you’re allergic to love.’
‘Oh that, yeah, it’s true.’
‘Seriously?’
Spencer nodded, grabbing a cheese sandwich from the plate Sophie brought over. ‘I’m happy on my own.’
‘So he says,’ said Sophie, sitting next to Will.
‘I am.’ Spencer tapped his chest. ‘There is nothing wrong with single life . . . Oops!’ He swallowed his food and apologized to Will.
‘What are you saying sorry to me for?’
Sophie leaned into his arm. ‘Because of you and Ginny.’ She glanced at the door. ‘I thought she would’ve come today,’ she mumbled.
‘It’s okay,’ said Will.
‘Oh, you two are as daft as each other,’ snapped Sophie. ‘Go and find her, Will. Go on. Make this right. We’ve got the big birthday party soon, and I want to see the pair of you dancing together.’ She narrowed her eyes as she tipped her head to stare up at him. ‘Did you know it was Ginny’s birthday the other day?’
‘No, but I would have liked to.’
Spencer shook his head. ‘Don’t worry, mate. She doesn’t like a fuss.’
It wasn’t the point. Will wanted to spend such a day with her. He loved her. There was so much he wanted to share with her.
Right! That does it. I’ve had enough of this.
Will abruptly stood. ‘Where is she?’
Sophie shrugged. ‘Could be at the café.’
‘Or packing her last bits,’ said Spencer. ‘We’re helping her move into the farmhouse soon.’
‘She’s there now,’ called Lottie.
Spencer turned in his chair to face his sister. ‘What have you got, super-hearing or something?’
Lottie poked her tongue out at him.
‘Do you know where it is?’ Sophie asked Will.
He sure did, thanks to Jed pointing it out during a car ride over to one of the Berry Buoy’s houses one night.
‘So what are you waiting for?’ said Sophie, standing to push his elbow. ‘Go get your missus.’
Will had only planned to go to his grandmother’s funeral, then pop into the tearoom to see the new partition Shaun had built. But, as usual, Ginny found a way to occupy his mind and take over.
He climbed into his pickup truck and pulled up at the base of Berry Hill. The sea looked cold and dangerous, even the gulls were quiet. What was he doing going on some hopeless quest when he should be back at the B&B, looking for somewhere to live?
Ginny had made it quite clear he didn’t belong in her world. Was it really down to him to make the first move?
