Ginny pictured her home, then the café. She had taken huge leaps to find her happiness, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. All the time she had her mother in her life, she would never be truly happy. But could she turn her back now? It seemed such a cold thought, but it was there. Her mother would neverlove her. Perhaps it was time to throw in the towel. At least then she wouldn’t waste any more years looking for love in the wrong direction. She glanced at the sky.
Will called out from the back door. ‘I’ve got some bacon sarnies on the go, and I’ve settled Mr Henshaw in front of the fire. I’ll clear the front after I’ve eaten.’ He waved them over. ‘Come on. Food will get cold.’
Ginny’s heart filled with fizz at seeing him standing there wearing an old coat and dark wellies, looking every part the farmer.
‘It’s a nice life,’ said Mrs Henshaw, passing her by.
‘Hmm?’
The old lady gestured at Will. ‘When you get a good one.’
Ginny watched Will go back inside the house. Was he a good one? He didn’t seem too bothered about stealing her tearoom dream, but there was still something so endearing about him. She went into the kitchen, washed her hands at the butler sink, then squished into the chair by his side, smiling to herself as she bit into a bacon sandwich.
‘You okay there, love?’ he asked, raising his brow.
‘Yes, I’m fine. Hmm, this is good, thanks.’
He grinned as he ate his breakfast. ‘Nice here, isn’t it?’ He nudged her arm, gesturing to Mrs Henshaw taking a plate of food out to her husband.
‘I love it here.’
‘We’re leaving as soon as I’ve cleared the front for them. Time to go home.’
She stared at him for a moment.
He nudged her elbow again. ‘Eat your food.’
‘I’m thinking of selling my house.’
‘Oh, where do you want to move to?’
‘Inland I was thinking, then I can rescue some chickens as well.’ She lowered the rest of her sandwich. ‘Would you like tolive somewhere like that or do you prefer a sea view, you know, what with you being a sailor?’
‘I’m not a sailor anymore.’ He sighed deeply, then turned to face her full on. ‘I honestly don’t know where to live.’
‘I thought you wanted to stay in Port Berry.’
‘I do.’
‘But you’ve changed your mind?’
‘Let’s talk more when we get back.’
Ginny smiled softly. ‘Or we could stay here.’
He met her gaze. ‘This isn’t our life.’
‘I want to pretend it is. Just for a few minutes.’
Will went to speak as Mrs Henshaw entered the kitchen, then Ginny completely lost her mind.
Before she had time to think, she leaned forward and placed her lips on Will’s.
‘Aww, love is the best,’ said Mrs Henshaw, heading to the fridge.
Ginny went to move away, but Will placed his hand around the back of her head and pulled her closer to his face for a deeper kiss, and just like that every part of her melted.
Will pulled away, keeping eye contact with her. ‘Finish your breakfast. I’ve got work to do.’ And with that he upped and left the room, taking Ginny’s breath with him.
