‘This is beautiful,’ I said, navigating the steps carefully one at a time. As I lifted my head, I caught Lorcan’s anxious, studious face watching my feet with every step.

‘I’m fine.’

‘I know,’ he said, still watching.

‘You’re dying to do the romantic-hero thing again, aren’t you?’

The smile was wider this time when he looked at me, more on a level now as he was already a couple of steps below me.

‘Is it that obvious?’

‘I think it’s probably the setting. I’m sure you’ll come to your senses in a moment.’

‘I expect you’re right. I’m not sure I’m the romantic-hero type, to be honest.’

Tall, dark and solid as a rock with a face that was made for things most of the people in church this morning were regularly warned against, I was disinclined to agree.

‘I guess we each have our own definition of romance.’

Lorcan led me to the bench and waited while I sat before taking a spot next to me.