When Fern got back to the auberge a couple of hours later, Scott was reading in the garden, Lady sprawled at his feet. He got up instantly as she appeared.

‘Anouk settle back home all right?’

Fern nodded. ‘Yes, and she’s decided to move in with me ASAP. I can’t tell you how relieved I am about that. Independent she may be, but living alone isn’t good for her. It’s a long time since I’ve seen her as animated as she was this weekend. Although, I think that was down to your presence. She really likes you.’ She smiled at him. ‘I know it’s early, but I fancy a nice cold wine. Will you join me?’

‘Thank you. I’ll fetch it. Sit down, you look exhausted,’ and Scott disappeared indoors.

Fern did as she was told and sat down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was exhausted. These days, when she drove, even though she used the quiet country roads, she could feel the tension building in her shoulders, across her back, try as she might to relax.

‘Here you go,’ Scott said.

Fern opened her eyes and took the glass he was holding out to her. ‘Thank you. Cheers,’ and they clinked glasses.

‘Cheers.’ Scott hesitated before continuing, ‘I have to ask this. Are you happy for me to stay here now that your guests and Anouk have left? I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable being in the house on your own with me. I’ll find somewhere else tomorrow if you want me to.’ His gaze caught and held Fern’s. ‘Although I hope you don’t.’

‘Anouk thinks you’re a nice man, as well as a kind one,’ Fern said slowly, unable to look away. ‘I agree with her. I’m not worried about being in the house alone with you. Please stay.’

‘Thank you.’ Scott smiled at her as Fern blinked and took a sip of her drink.

‘How long do you think you’ll be staying? I know Anouk is hoping you’ll still be here when she moves in.’

He smiled. ‘I can’t possibly disappoint Anouk – I’ll be here.’

‘About supper tonight,’ Fern said. ‘There’s so much food left over from the weekend – lamb, cheese, salad, even some Kouign-amann cake that needs finishing. Would you mind if we had what I call a fridge bits-and-pieces supper?’ She looked at him anxiously. He was technically a paying guest, although she had no intention of charging him for the evening meals they shared.

‘Sounds good to me, I adore cold lamb,’ Scott said. ‘And it means you can stay there and relax while I put everything on the table. Okay?’

‘Oh, but I can’t let you do that,’ Fern protested.

‘Yes you can because I’m not taking no for an answer. Now, drink your wine and let me take care of… dinner.’