“And there’s a café too. Run by a couple of lads. They’re a bit…that is, they don’t fit in, but they’re nice enough, and we all stay out of each other’s business here.”

Do you really? Madeleine thought. “That sounds perfect. I’m looking for some lunch.”

“Why, we do a lunch here! My wife, Margaret, serves it herself. Why not tuck in before you go?”

I’d rather fall off that dock again. “Thanks, but I want to stretch my legs. Where’s the café?”

He looked unoffended, probably because at some point she was bound to get lunch at the hotel. “Take a left from the front door and pass the civic center. It’s across the street from there. Called the Sunrise Café.”

She looked down at the map he’d given her. It was the same map the hotel had offered six years ago. No Sunrise Café on it. “Sounds perfect. I’ll just…”

“Hang on.”

A sudden, sharp note in Harry’s voice caught her attention. Madeleine glanced up from the map to see that he’d narrowed his eyes at her. Her stomach flipped over.

“I know you,” he said. “Don’t I? But where from? I can’t be imagining it. You don’t forget eyes like yours.”

So much for not being recognized. He’d figure it out in a moment, and now she had to deal with his questions when she hadn’t even adjusted to his time zone. Or she didn’t. She could tell him to mind his own business. She could even do so politely, as you should when you were stuck with somebody for a whole month. “Mr. Dug—Harry…”

“You’re the nun!” He snapped his fingers as his mouth widened in a grin. “The one who hit her head and fell off the dock! You’ve got the scar and everything, haven’t you?”

Madeleine managed, with all her willpower, not to touch the scar. As if she wasn’t self-conscious enough about it.

He continued, “Of course I remember you. You were here with a whole pack of schoolgirls. Can’t believe I didn’t recognize you straightaway. Why didn’t you say something? Special deal for repeat guests. We don’t have many.”

She had to play it cool. Madeleine managed a chuckle. “I guess I didn’t know how to bring it up. It’s nice to be back. I remember the hotel, um, fondly.”

“I’d hope so. What are you doing back here? It looks as if you’re, er…” He glanced down at her clothes again, and this time his brow creased. “I mean, are you still a…”