Chapter 11Luke Furrowes spotted Charlie as she came through the glass doors of the Sunlight Café. Even at a distance the sight of her sent a tingle down his spine. He waved till she saw him, and watched as she threaded her way through the tables towards him.
‘Hi, Derry,’ she called as she came into earshot, using the nickname she had given him. Hands outstretched, she reached for him, running them up and down his upper arms in her special way of greeting her favourite man. She smelled gorgeous as he wrapped up her small frame in a warm embrace, nuzzling his face into her soft dark hair.
‘What’s the scoop, Derry boy?’ she whispered into his ear. ‘You look like the cat that found the cream.’
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Charlie’s sing-song French accent had been one of the first things to charm the pants off L
