“Huh? What?” I jumped in fright.
“You looked like you were deep in thought there?”
“Oh, no! Nothing! Just . . . you know . . . nothing,” I trailed off, embarrassed. Hoping he wasn’t some kind of mind reader.
He narrowed his eyes. “Something I should know about?” he asked.
“No! Definitely . . . NO!” I said, a little too emphatically, which of course made him smile even more.
That smile of his though. . .
Was I imagining it, or seriously, was he familiar?
CHAPTER 30
“So, what do you do out here all day?” I finally asked Mark, when I’d unpacked all my things into his wardrobe and we’d both gathered back in the kitchen.
“I have a lot to do,” he said.
“Like what?”
“Well, I run a store during the day.”
“Not every day, though,” I said.
He raised his brows at me.
“I went round and you weren’t there. This other guy was.”
“You came round looking for me?” he asked.
“Well, no. Not like that.” For some reason I suddenly didn’t want him to think I went looking for him. “I wanted to return the movies,” I added quickly.
He nodded, seeming happy with this explanation.
“What else do you do?” I asked.
“I have a band on the side,” he replied.
“You have a band?” I was totally taken aback.
“Yup!”
“What kind of music do you play?”
He shrugged. “Mixed genres really. It’s not a very serious thing. But we do have a gig tonight, if you want to come?”
“Yeah?” I perked up at that. I was very curious to watch Mark play in a band. “What else do you do here?”
“I make my own gin,” he said.
“Really?”
“You want to see?”
“Uh . . . Sure.”
We walked around the back of the house. A cottage caught my attention, and behind that, a small shed.
