As predicted, the weather was perfect for the crossing—a positive sign, Poppy said, as they stood on the deck watching the island slowly recede.
Audrey felt the best she had in days and sent a mental thank-you to her parents. Campbell would not win, she felt certain; the funds would be released and in just a few weeks she’d be divorced and free of him.
‘I can smell that coffee from here,’ Poppy said, exaggerating a lean over the rails and sniffing the air in the direction of the mainland. ‘Pity that bakery in Main Street isn’t open for longer in the day. Perhaps we could encourage them.’
‘Celebrate with one after the deposit’s paid?’ Audrey said, eager to sign her name on the deed.
Poppy smiled. ‘Of course. This is so great. We should buy a bottle of Mӧet while we’re at it, that is, if
