John laughed. “You wait till the dark days of January, that’s when they really get going!”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’m glad,” said John. “You suit Willow Bay.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not,” said Annie wryly.

“It’s a compliment. I promise. Not everyone would embrace it like you have. And everyone thinks you’re great. I can’t turn around without somebody telling me what a bloody marvel you are.”

Annie laughed. “How very discomforting for you!”

“I’m getting used to it.”

“My sources inform me that Pam keeps the ghosts of Christmas in the cellar.”

“She does indeed.”

“Can I ask what form these ghosts take?” asked Annie.

“They’re like giant papier-mâché puppets. Provided it’s dry, they’ll be walked down to the beach and fixed to bases where they can view the proceedings.”

“You don’t do things by halves, do you?”

“Do it right or don’t bother,” John replied.

Annie felt John shift on the bench, and she turned herself to look at him. He was looking at her.

“I’m glad it’s you who’s staying at the Nook,” he said. “Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t exactly made my life easier. A straightforward, non-café-opening tenant would have been easier. But still. I’m glad that the thorn in my side is you.”

Annie was still formulating a witty comeback when John kissed her. Just once. A soft, gentle, tentative kiss. His lips were warm on hers. She closed her eyes. He drew away, tantalizingly just enough that she could she still feel the warmth of his breath. It would only take the slightest movement for their lips to touch. Annie leaned infinitesimally and their mouths met again, deliciously, lightly. John’s hands cupped her face, the tips of his fingers twisting in her hair. His breath came harder, and so did Annie’s. She felt her body arching toward him; she reached inside his coat and wrapped her arms around him. She wanted to get under his clothes, to touch his skin, to feel his body on hers. John’s kisses became deeper, more urgent, and Annie let herself be swept up in his passion, her skin tingling, her body alive with want. A sudden bright light and an elongated beep broke them apart. The taxi had arrived.

“Right,” said Annie, jumping up. She was dizzy and almost lost her footing.

“Right. Yes,” said John, pulling his coat around him.

“That’s my cue,” said Annie.

John nodded and stood. She felt his hand guiding her as they tramped down the grassy bank to the road. John opened the back door, and Annie climbed in.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” said Annie. The temptation to pull John into the back of the cab with her was almost overwhelming.