‘Oh, I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘I was miles away.’

‘That’s a shame,’ said Harry. ‘The idea of this weekend is to make you wish you were anything but miles away.’

Steph gave a small laugh. ‘I was actually working out what I was going to write for the review of the health spa,’ she said quickly.

‘All good, I hope?’

‘I’m sorry, but I’m not at liberty to divulge that information,’ said Steph, with a grin. ‘You’ll have to wait and see.’

‘Hmm, I guess I will. At least tell me how many marks the dressing gown gets.’

‘It’s OK. I do feel a bit One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest when I look around and there are quite a few people walking around in their dressing gowns too.’

Harry gave a snort of laughter. ‘I’m not sure that’s the image we were going for but I take your point.’ He looked her up and down. ‘Although I have to say, you are rocking the cuckoo look.’

‘I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult,’ said Steph as she felt her stomach give a little tumble at their banter.

‘Oh, it’s a compliment,’ said Harry.

‘I might just wear it for dinner tonight, in that case.’

‘You might be able to get away with it, but if it starts a trend and they all follow suit, it’s going to put some people off their dinner.’

They stood there grinning at each other for a moment, before self-awareness and embarrassment caught up with them both.

‘I’d better get going,’ Steph said. She waved her hand in the direction of her lodge.

‘Yes, of course,’ said Harry and then, seemingly reverting to his business-like self, ‘Is everything all right with your lodge? Is there anything you need?’

‘Everything’s fine,’ said Steph, making a conscious effort to sound professional. ‘I’m very impressed with it.’

‘Good. Right, I’ll see you later.’

‘Yes. Bye.’

Steph walked off to her lodge, cringing at herself for the flirty banter and for the feeling of embarrassment that had followed. What was she thinking, flirting with Harry Sinclair? And there was no doubt about it, he had flirted back! And, while she had to admit she did find him very attractive, she couldn’t be sure it was the same for him. Maybe he was going around and using the same sort of patter with all the female guests here this weekend? By the time Steph had reached the safety of her lodge, she was convinced she had just made an utter pillock of herself.