‘Stealing people’s dreams.’
‘Oh, really? Well, in case it slipped your mind, you’re in this with me.’
‘But you started it.’
‘I didn’t start anything. All I did was share my plans with you. I actually thought you’d be pleased for me.’
‘Why would I be pleased? That’s my tearoom, not yours.’
‘I . . . Bloody hell, I’ve missed the turning now.’
‘Just turn around.’
‘I can hardly see a thing.’
Ginny scanned the area, not seeing much but snow and greenery. ‘Ooh, look, what’s that? There’s a sign.’
‘What sign? Where?’
‘There. Right there. Can’t you see?’
‘I see a blizzard.’
‘Oh, you missed it. Look, take that road. It must lead somewhere.’
Will blew out a puff of aggravated air. ‘Yeah, they all lead somewhere.’
Ginny flopped back, crossing her arms once more in a huff. ‘I’m just trying to be helpful.’
‘You know what would have been helpful? If you had just been supportive when I told you my happy news.’
They may be crawling along a country lane, but Ginny’s mind was going full steam ahead.
‘Why on earth would I support someone stealing my idea?’
‘Because it’s an idea you’re not doing anything about. Anyway, the way I heard it, the café was your dream.’
‘It was. Once. But now I have new dreams.’
Will sighed loudly. ‘Look, I’m sure we can—’
‘Don’t talk to me. I don’t wish to be your friend.’ She saw him glance her way.
‘You don’t wish to be my friend?’
Ginny turned to face the side window.
After a few minutes of silence, Will pulled up.
‘Why are you stopping?’ she asked, looking out at the blizzard hitting them from all angles.
‘I can’t see a thing. I don’t even know if we’re still on a road or in a field. We’ll have to wait it out.’
‘We will not!’
He shuffled in his seat to face her. ‘Got a better plan? An idea that perhaps you might actually work towards?’
Ginny pursed her lips. ‘Yes, put the satnav on. At least we can get an idea where we are.’
