Page 27 of Love in the Air at The Cornish Bakery

‘Anyway, enough about me. How are you settling in at the bakery?’ Ian looked across at Nina.

She cleared her throat. ‘Great. Thank you. Everyone’s been really lovely. Even the customers are welcoming.’

‘That’s the bay for you.’ He glanced from Nina to Rowan and back again. ‘Gerald mentioned you two already knew each other?’

‘Yes, we used to date.’ Glancing at Nina, Rowan grinned. ‘Well, more than date. We almost got engaged.’

‘Oh, wow.’ Ian nodded. ‘And you didn’t arrange to meet back here in the bay?’

‘Nope. Just a happy coincidence. A sure sign that we should give things another go if ever there was one.’ Lifting her hand, Rowan kissed her.

‘Well, I’d say so.’ Grinning, Ian looked back at Nina, his gaze resting on her for a few moments before shaking his head. ‘You know, love, you remind me of someone. I thought it the first time I met you. I can’t quite put my finger on who, though.’

‘Really?’ She shifted her feet against the sand.

‘Yes, it’ll come to me.’ Tapping the side of his head, he turned around. ‘See you later.’

‘Bye.’ Rowan frowned. ‘I wonder who you remind him of? You’ve not visited here before, have you?’

‘Nope.’ She shook her head and pulled him up the ramp. ‘Come on, I can smell the chips already.’

Chapter Fourteen

Cupping her hands toher mouth, Nina breathed into them, her breath warming her skin. She looked up and down the cobbles. He was late. She stamped her feet against the ground, trying to warm her toes. How can the weather have changed so drastically in just a few short days?

A loud rev echoed across the cobbles as a motorbike appeared and slowed to a stop next to her. She watched as the motorcyclist took off his helmet before she realised it was Rowan. ‘You’ve got a motorbike?’

‘Yep.’ Grinning, he ran his fingers through his hair, swung his leg over, and reached into the small box at the back of the bike. ‘Here’s one for you.’

Nina looked from the red helmet he held towards her to him and back again. ‘You want me to come on there with you?’

He shrugged. ‘It’s perfectly safe. I’ve been riding about three years now and never had an accident.’

Scrunching up her nose, she took the helmet and slowly lowered it onto her head. Whatever her reservations about riding on a motorbike, it hadn’t escaped her how much the motorbike gear suited him. With her fingers so cold, she struggled with the strap.

‘Here, let me.’ Taking the clasp, Rowan tightened the straps. ‘Your fingers are like ice.’

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