After lunch, leaving Debbie to continue with the marshmallows, Bonnie took a walk around the park. She had made it her policy not to overwork herself, making sure she spent plenty of time out in the fresh air, something she had rarely done in Weston, even with the seafront just a short walk away. If she was going to change her life, she was going to do it the right way, and not just switch one stressful situation for another.
Stopping by the restaurant forum to see how work was going on a paint job for the building’s ceiling, she found Brendon sitting outside Russian Steppes Donuts and Milkshakes. She ordered a drink from Richard and went out onto the patio to join Brendon. He was peering into a laptop computer, and looked up with a smile as she approached.
‘We just got another booking,’
