CHAPTER 3
A few streets back from the beach, off the main tourist-driven thoroughfare, was an English-style pub that served classic tavern meals. Emilia, having pulled on her shoes, led the way. Seb followed a few steps behind, hands shoved in his pockets, deep in thought. He looked troubled, but she had no intention of backing down. If she could understand why he was the way he was it might help her stubborn heart accept defeat and they could resume their easy-going friendship.
They sat opposite each other in a cosy booth with padded, black vinyl seats. The pub itself was rustic, with exposed dark wood beams, scratched floorboards and dimly lit brass lampshades. It had an intimacy to it particularly conducive to secret sharing. She hadn’t known that when she’d chosen it, but it c
