James watched her go, knowing he was going to let her walk out of his life. He continued to stand frozen for a full five minutes before starting to walk, and then it wasn’t back to the village, nor to Seymour House, but across the fields to the cliff path.          It took a while to find a spot where he could climb down to the beach but, once there, James started to pace the sand, his mind in turmoil. He marched up and down for an eternity before sitting on a rock that still held the warmth of the day.“She’s right,” he said yelling in the direction of the sea. “We’re too different… A story between us would have a very short life. I could never want the things she wants. Not anymore… Not ever!”          He frowned, and then looked up at the sky. It was

          The next month was the most deliriously happy of Audrey’s life, in spite of all the hard work during the day at Seymour House. Even that was enjoyable because James arrived most mornings and stayed with her throughout the day before he went home to change to take her out in the evening.          They didn’t always go too far afield. Sometimes he arrived with a picnic Amy had prepared and they took the basket down to the beach below the house where the waves rolled gently on the clean warm sand.          Other days, they would walk and swim and explore the rock pools before eating, then stretch out under the dying sun and relax. At twilight, they often had the beach all to themselves and that was when they began to talk, or at least when James did.        &n

          He wasn’t that good of an actor that he could’ve fooled her on that point. She chewed her thumb nail down to the quick and then fixed herself a sandwich before returning to the garden.          The sky was blue, the air warm and birds were twittering happily as they sunned themselves in the trees surrounding the garden. Crazy, but she wished it was raining. She wished there was a gale-force wind blowing and everything was dank and gloomy. She wouldn’t feel so at odds with her surroundings then.          Audrey continued to think about the conversation with James for the next hour, after which she came to a decision. She had the foreman’s cellphone number for emergencies.          She would give him a call and at least, find out what was happening to

“This is a huge step for you to take and I don’t want you to feel trapped after...” “A few months ago, if anyone told me I would be thinking of settling in England, I would have told them they were crazy,” James admitted softly. “Now it’s different. I’m in love with the woman of my dreams. I’d like to buy a beach house in California, though. I’ve got plenty of friends there and it would be a base when we visit my relatives. You’d like it, I promise. There are even those who say the Pacific rivals the Cornish Sea,” James teased. “Oh… Not you, I hope.” “Never me, my love.”           James drew her into him, kissing her until she was breathless. “Would you like our children to grow up at Seymour House?” he murmured against her mouth. “You know I would, sweetheart.” “Then that’s settled, Addie.”           He kissed her again. “