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Chapters (56)
  1. A PERFECT CORNISH SUMMER
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Epilogue
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. Nothing is simple, even in paradise. Will love bloom for the residents of the little Cornish Isles?
  49. One summer can change everything …
  50. Christmas has arrived on the Cornish Isles of Scilly, bringing mistletoe, surprises and more than a sprinkle of romance …
  51. Love the Cornish Isles series? Then why not take a trip to the Cornish cafe …
  52. As the seasons change, Dem and Cali’s love story continues …
  53. Wedding bells are ringing on the Cornish coast …
  54. About the Author
  55. Also by Phillipa Ashley
  56. About the Publisher

Sam burst out laughing before realising she wasn’t meant to react as she wasn’t listening to the conversation, and she definitely wasn’t supposed to be taken in by Gabe’s charm. It was difficult not to giggle because Chloe had realised a split second too late that Gabe was having her on. Sam noticed his Cornish accent had already thickened since being back in his hometown.

‘You … you devil!’ Chloe burst out, finally realising she’d been led up the garden path.

Gabe was all smiles. ‘Seriously, I took three of the staff from that hotel with me when I started up my first restaurant. Two are now senior people in my own business and the other has opened her own restaurant in Ireland and is still a good mate. You don’t have to be a bastard to gain respect and get on in this business. Tough and savvy, but not an absolute shit, excuse my language. Mind you, you also have to be prepared to rub people up the wrong way from time to time. As my grandad said: you’re not a fifty-pound note, Gabe, not everyone’s going to like you.’ He grinned.

‘Was that your grandad Chris?’ Sam couldn’t help asking, picturing a silver-haired old guy with a bristling moustache who occasionally used to turn up to the chip shop. She wasn’t surprised that Gabe had stood up to the bullying chef or that he’d given his mates a job when he had the chance. Apart from that one act involving Ryan, he was a generous and compassionate man, there was no denying it, which was partly why he’d always stood out for her.

Gabe nodded.

‘How is your grandad these days?’ she asked him.

‘OK. Ninety-three now. Still misses my gran. He’s moved in with my auntie Leia in St Austell. Not too mobile, but he’s enjoying life.’

‘I liked him,’ said Sam. ‘I was very sorry to hear your gran had died.’

‘Me too. She was a formidable woman. It was my nan who was the real energy behind the chip shop business. Grandad was at a loss when they all had to move here to live with my great uncle and auntie during the war in Cyprus … My nan always spoke well of you,’ said Gabe.

‘That’s a real compliment from your nan,’ Sam said, and she meant it.