“Special enough?” murmured Helen.
They were shown to a plain table of immaculate bleached wood with white padded chairs and a small pot of herbs in the centre. The walls were decorated on a maritime theme: blue and green sea-glass had been used to make wall art suggestive of the waters around the island. Although the decor was simple, the combination of stylishness and vista was magical. A hum of contented voices rose from the three other occupied tables, none of which were too close to theirs.
They were given menus and reassured that somebody would be with them at once.
This place was certainly special, Day thought. Helen sat opposite him looking serene and contented, her only problem whether to look at the menu, the decor or the night beyond the window. Day watched her as she gazed ou
