‘I’ll try, but I think it will be a quick handover then straight into it. Adam has appointments all evening so it’ll probably be tomorrow before I can get in touch. Don’t panic if you don’t hear from me.’

Scott was exceptionally reliable when it came to texting and phoning. He always contacted me when he said he would and he let me know if he might be delayed. I loved that he understood me being worried about him travelling so much.

‘Jemma?’

‘Yes?’

‘When I see you next, there’s something I need to tell you.’

I was about to make a joke, but he looked very serious. My stomach somersaulted. ‘That sounds ominous. Can’t you tell me now?’

With the race over, the lobby had become busy again and we were getting jostled. Scott looked round us and grimaced. ‘It’s not really the time or the place.’

‘That sounds even more ominous. Oh my God! You’re not ill, are you? Cancer or something?’

He quickly shook his head. ‘God, no! It’s nothing like that.’

‘Then can’t you tell me? I’m only going to worry about it for the next ten days if you don’t.’

He took my hands in his once more. ‘I’d rather wait so we can talk about it properly.’

‘Scott! Please don’t do this. Can’t you give me a clue?’

He sighed. ‘It’s about the wedding.’

‘Go on.’

‘I… it’s… I…’ His eyes kept darting round the room and I could barely hear him for the rising noise.

‘You’re scaring me!’

He looked deep into my eyes then smiled. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ve gone and made it into a big thing when it really isn’t. It could have waited until I saw you and we were talking weddings.’

He was having to shout so he took my hand and led me through the lobby and we stepped outside.

‘I was thinking that, with my dad not being well enough to travel, you having lost your dad, and neither of us having big families, maybe we could elope.’

My stomach did a massive somersault. ‘Elope?’

‘Run off to get married. Just the two of us.’

‘I know what eloping means. I just…’ I wanted to marry him so much but not like that. ‘My mum and Logan have to be there. And I want Karen as a bridesmaid. And—’

Scott nodded. ‘Of course you do! I’m being selfish. It’s your day. We can do whatever you want.’