The Old Sugar Mill

Delia was curled up with a book in the cozy reading nook of her villa, when she he was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Looking at the time, she thought Rafe may have returned earlier than expected.

She made her way to the door and opened it to find Phillip standing at her doorstep, looking a bit disheveled.

“Phillip, what are you doing here?" Delia's voice betrayed her confusion.

"Delia, lass, I hate to bother you, but my car broke down a little ways from here," Phillip admitted sheepishly. "I think I left the headlight on draining the battery. I was wondering if you could give me a jumpstart?"

Delia's brow furrowed in concern. "Of course," she replied with a reassuring smile. "Let me grab my keys, and we'll head out right away."

"Thank you, lass. I really appreciate it," Phillip said earnestly.

“It's no trouble at all," Delia reassured him, leading the way to her Mini parked outside. "Let's get you sorted out."

With Phillip settled into the passeng