‘Oh, and I could take you to the top of the town if you like – up into those hills.’ He pointed up, and I followed the line of his arm. It looked far. ‘I went up there around sunset last night – right after you went out with the girls. It’s a bit of a hike, but the views are amazing. I took some awesome photos too. Here.’ He stopped walking and took his camera out of his pocket. I leaned closer and looked down at the small screen, as he cupped his hand around it, shading it from the sun.

Josh was right – the view from the lookout was incredible. He flicked through several pictures and then came to one where he was sitting on what looked like the edge of a cliff. He was looking out at the view, with the camera positioned behind him. ‘Hang on. Let me look at that one more closely.’

He handed the camera to me, so I could see the photo better. ‘But you’re in this one. Did someone take it for you?’

‘Timer,’ he said. ‘I put the camera on a rock, lined up the frame, set the timer, and then sat down.’

‘On the edge of a cliff?’ It looked dangerous.

‘Yeah, it’s not really a cliff.’ He was smiling at me.

‘What does that mean? Was it dangerous or not?’ I must have had a horrified expression on my face, because he was quick to reassure me.

‘Absolutely not dangerous. I promise you, my feet were not dangling over a steep drop to certain death. I am adventurous, yes, but I wouldn’t risk my life for a good shot.’ He looked down at the camera and smiled. ‘And it is a really good shot, don’t you think?’

I did think that, yes. He was silhouetted against a darkening sky painted with streaks of orange, red and pink. It was a beautiful shot. ‘It’s incredible. I know I’ve said it before, but you’re a good photographer. Good eye, good composition.’

He looked half-embarrassed, half-proud. ‘Thanks.’

‘But if you think I’m going to sit on some cliff so you can take a picture of me like that, you’re delusional.’ He laughed. ‘It’s not funny. I’m terrified of heights.’

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean anything – it’s just that it wasn’t a cliff. More of a slope. So, did you get vertigo from looking at the photo?’ he asked, teasing me.

‘No, I did not, you cheeky bugger.’ I shook my head at him and walked ahead. ‘Come on.’

‘“Cheeky bugger”? I’m going to assume it’s your new term of endearment for me.’

‘You can assume whatever you like.’

‘You’re cute,’ he said, catching up to me.

‘Yes, I know.’ We were setting a dangerously flirtatious tone for the day, but it was fun.