Chapter 35

She didn’t even know if Adelina and Charles had reappeared. She hadn’t spoken to her father at all—she hadn't wanted to, and Dami hadn’t encouraged her to call him. And after their altercation about their wedding picture on their first day here, she hadn’t bothered to bring up the subject again because—well, she’d discovered that she preferred to pretend that all of this was the true reality and out there was the fantasy.

He turned to look at her then, and she felt her heart squeeze to an aching standstill. He’d been in an unusually sober mood all day, and that mood still reflected in the golden eyes he lowered to the half-drunk glass in her hand, then lifted back to her too expressive eyes.

I love you, she was thinking, and she just hoped to goodness he couldn’t read that as he walked towards her, the farmer having been distracted by his mobile phone.

"Would you mind if I finished that for you?" He took the glass from her without waiting for an answer and downed what was left of the