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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  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. Acknowledgments
  37. Read on for an extract from the brand new book from Lucy Diamond
  38. Prologue
  39. Chapter One
  40. Q&A with Lucy Diamond
  41. On a Beautiful Day
  42. The House of New Beginnings
  43. Praise
  44. About the Author
  45. By the Same Author
  46. Copyright

In the meantime, there were plenty of other things with which to distract herself. Was it naughty of her to include a certain member of staff as one of them? Luis, his name was: softly spoken and broad-shouldered, with soulful chocolate-brown eyes and a smile that revealed perfect white teeth. He worked in the pool bar and she would often find her gaze drifting over admiringly to him, watching from behind her sunglasses as he theatrically mixed cocktails, both hands on the glinting silver shaker, joking with the customers so that their laughter carried across the water to her. Sometimes he would catch her watching and give her a cheeky little salute as if to say I see you, and then she’d blush like a schoolgirl. Jeanie Mortimer, now you just behave, she would scold herself, but really, honestly, if she was thirty years younger and single, she knew she’d be feeling pretty tempted right now. ‘Miss Jeanie’ he called her every time he brought her a drink, and it made her feel girlish again, and a tiny bit trembly, as those dark, melty eyes lingered mischievously on hers for a second too long.

Heavens! She was starting to sound like Harry’s sister, Penelope, who had already burned through four different husbands and always seemed to have a new boyfriend on the go, even though she was seventy-two years young, in her words. Jeanie had always felt faintly disapproving of Pen’s waywardness, but she was starting to see the attraction of such behaviour. Because being out here on her own was the closest she’d come in decades to feeling carefree and heady again, to feeling young. She had strolled to the beach the other day and picked up a hot pink maxi-dress from one of the boutiques there, along with a pair of matching flip-flops with huge plastic flowers on them, just because. Some people would call them trashy and they were – oh, they were – but that was the point! They were tacky and silly and would probably fall to bits before the week was out, but so what? She was on holiday! She was having the time of her life, and if she wanted to wear naff flip-flops and a dress that was slit all the way up the thigh, then by God she was going to do those things and enjoy every minute.