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By:Jodi Ellen Malpas


“I thought we could go down to The Windmill for dinner tonight.” Mum places the tea on the table. “We’ll stroll down. It’s going to be a lovely evening.”

Dad grunts his agreement, no doubt looking forward to a few pints. “That sounds like a plan.”

“Perfect.” Jesse places his hand on my knee and squeezes.

Yes, perfect.





Chapter Twenty-two



Ladies first.” Jesse holds the door open, and Mum and I slip past. “Joseph.”

“Thank you, Jesse.” My dad walks ahead, leading us to a table by the fireplace that is lit with an array of candles rather than the usual logs and flames that crackle during the winter months.

“Drinks?” Jesse asks, pulling out a chair for me, but soon stopping me from resting my bum down when he notices it’s hard wood and free of anything cushioned. Leaving me standing, he quickly swaps it for a nearby high-backed chair with arms, upholstered in a regal green velvet.

“I’ll have a glass of white.” Mum perches neatly down and takes her glasses out to read the menu.

“Pint of Carlsberg for me, please,” Dad says.

“And for my beautiful girl?” Jesse asks, pushing me down onto the soft seat.

“Water, please.” I place my order with absolutely no thought, until my mum’s head flies up from the menu.

“No wine?” Her face is shocked as she looks over her glasses at me.

I shift on my seat and feel Jesse fidgeting behind me as he tucks me in closer to the table. “No, we need to get away early,” I flip casually, picking up a menu.

She still looks surprised, but she doesn’t push the matter further, instead pointing out the specials on the menu.

I feel Jesse’s hot breath at my ear. “I love you.” He kisses my cheek, and I reach up to feel out his stubbled cheek.

“I know.”

He leaves us at the table to order the drinks, and I watch as Mum reads out everything on the menu to my dad, and then proceeds to recite the daily specials from the various blackboards dotted around the bar.

“Have you heard from Dan?” I ask.

“Yes, he called earlier, darling,” Mum tells me. “He said that you met for lunch yesterday. How lovely. I told him you were coming down before you go on holiday, but he didn’t know. I’m surprised Jesse didn’t think to tell him.”

I’m not surprised, but Mum seems to be blissfully unaware of the animosity batting between my brother and my husband. “This was last minute.” I shake my head dismissively. “Jesse probably forgot.” I feel a tad guilty. It didn’t cost me a thought to let Dan know that I was out of London for a while.

I’m saved from further interrogation when a tray is placed on the table. Everyone takes their drinks, and my parents both gasp appreciatively around the rims of their alcohol-filled glasses. I look at my own clear-filled highball with as much enthusiasm as I feel for it, and then at my mum’s wineglass on a sigh.

“What are you having, then?” Mum asks. “I think I’ll go for the seafood platter.”

I lean over to Jesse and share his menu, my hand falling to his knee. He picks it up and absentmindedly kisses it, not taking his eyes from the menu. “What would you like, baby?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m having the mussels in garlic,” Dad declares, pointing at the board, which is displaying a mouthwatering selection of seafood dishes. “Bloody delicious.” He smacks his lips and takes a swig of his pint.

I’m torn. Seafood is a must, especially being so close to the sea, but what shall I have? The seafood platter, full of cockles, mussels, crab, and king prawns, or the mussels drenched in garlic butter with warm, freshly baked bread? My stomach growls, pushing me to hurry and fill it up. “I can’t decide.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking, and I’ll help you.” Jesse looks over, waiting for me to enlighten him on my quandary.

“Mussels or the seafood platter,” I muse.

His eyes bug. “Neither!” he blurts, drawing the attention of my parents, who both pause with their drinks halfway to their mouths.

“Why?” I turn a frown on him, but very quickly realize exactly why. He’s read something in that bloody book. “Oh, come on, Jesse!”

He shakes his head. “No way, lady. Not a chance. There’s some sort of mercury in fish that can damage an unborn baby’s nervous system. Don’t even try to defy me on this one.”

“Are you going to let me eat anything?” My brow is completely furrowed. I love seafood.

“Yes. Chicken, steak. Both are high in protein, and that’s good for our babies.”