wondering if Campion Bay is the friendliest place in the world. The cupcakes came from Ashley, down the road. Robin’s already offered to spend time at Tabitha’s house when she can, and now you. Though I’m sure your services come at a price.’
Robin looked into her tea mug and held her breath. Was Will suspicious, or was it just Tim’s overbearing nature putting him on edge?
‘A very fair price,’ Tim said, offering Will his winning smile. ‘I agree that Campion Bay is great, and you’ve fallen on your feet with Robs here, but the house clearly doesn’t have very happy memories for you.’
Robin sensed that his assault was moving to the next level. Tim wasn’t stupid; he would be aware that the residents of Goldcrest Road would be against any kind of change to the seafront houses, and now he knew that not only was Will dealing with some difficult family business, but he was being treated as a Very Important Visitor – and Robin was doing some of the treating.
Will ran his finger round the edge of the plate, scooping up the butter icing that had tried to escape. ‘The house always had happy memories. It’s the situation around it that doesn’t. My time at Campion Bay certainly hasn’t been all bad, so far.’
Robin’s insides flipped as he trained his green eyes on her, the smile not quite reaching his lips. ‘And just having one more person to sift through things will make it easier,’ she added, encouraged. ‘I often get some free time in the middle of the day, and I’m perfectly placed to help Will out.’
‘I don’t think living next door trumps being an industry professional, Robs.’ Tim patted her knee.
Robin opened her mouth to speak as irritation coursed through her, but she didn’t want to raise her voice. If she did, Tim would win. He needed to leave. He had already had a cupcake that wasn’t meant for him, and he was circling closer and closer to Will, like a charming vulture. Robin remembered Molly describing Tim’s boss, Malcolm, as weaselly, and wondered how she could suddenly be feeling the same way about Tim when only two days before she’d been entertaining the possibility that their romantic reunion was in the stars.
It was Will, she realised. His appearance in her life – his presence, his eyes, his warmth – affected everything, as if he’d tilted her world on its axis and given her a different perspective.
‘Right then,’ she said, injecting forcefulness into her voice.
Tim cut her off. ‘Of course, Robin’s not been back here very long, have you, Robs?’ This time his hand stayed on her knee, rubbing it.
Robin stared down at the white shirt cuff with another expensive cufflink, this one with a dark red stone. She was too shocked to move his hand, and instead looked up at Will, who turned away just as she caught his eye.
‘September,’ she said. She moved her knee, forcing Tim to release his hand. ‘But it was the right decision. Leaving one life behind and starting a new one – even if it’s returning to a place you know well – is always difficult. It’s hard to be absolutely certain you’re making the best choice, but I have no regrets about moving back here.’
‘Some things are worth coming back to, aren’t they?’ Tim gazed at her adoringly.
Robin inhaled, trying to work out whether Tim was being genuinely territorial over her, or if it was a ploy to show Will that he was out of luck if he was harbouring those particular ideas. The thought that he might be gave her a surge of adrenaline, but it was swiftly replaced by anger at her ex-boyfriend. Whatever his motives, she wasn’t going to be a part of it.
‘I have to do a few things before bed. Nice to see you, Tim.’ She stood and hovered, waiting until he got reluctantly to his feet. ‘I’ll just show Tim out.’ She gestured for Will to stay where he was.
She walked towards the door, shepherding Tim in front of her, and then opened it.
‘Sorry if I’m intruding on anything.’ He gave her a wolfish grin. She sensed that he didn’t feel threatened by Will, more that he was amused by the situation. His arrogance was unwavering.
‘It’s late,’ Robin said, ‘and I’m still getting used to the routine of running the guesthouse.’
‘Well done for finding Tabitha’s nephew.’ He whispered it, leaning in close and moving one of her curls off her face.
Robin flinched. ‘I didn’t find him. God, Tim. You’re so—’
She stopped as Tim stood up straight and raised his hand, and Robin realised Will was standing behind her.
‘I’ll pop round tomorrow,’ Tim said to Will, ‘and you can give me the grand tour.’
‘Not so much of the grand,’ Will said. ‘It’s a bit of a wildlife park at the moment. Spiders, mice – there might be a family of jackdaws nesting in the roof.’
‘Can’t wait! Catch you later, Robs. Nice to meet you, Will.’ He kissed Robin on the cheek and then was gone – hurrying down the steps and jumping into the polished black Audi, screeching away from the kerb.
Robin shut the door slowly and rested her forehead against the wood. She sighed, mustered up a smile and turned to face Will.
‘I should head up,’ he said.
‘You don’t have to, I just wanted to get rid of Tim.’
Will frowned. ‘You don’t get on? I got the impression you were close.’
‘We used to be, but that was a long time ago. Sometimes he can be … full on.’
‘I noticed.’ He gave her a wry smile and followed her back into Sea Shanty. Darcy had taken advantage of their absence to stretch out full length along one of the sofas, her paws twitching as she tried to be more courageous in her dreams than she was in real life.
‘You don’t have to show him round Tabitha’s if you don’t want to.’ Robin risked looking at him.
His smile was gentle but amused. ‘He’s a property developer. He’s spent a lot of time in rundown houses, and said he could give me a few pointers, show me what I need to concentrate my time on. Are you OK? You seem on edge.’ He stepped closer to her. He smelt of mint shampoo and buttercream, and the image of him standing in the hall, his torso bare, popped into her head.
‘I’m fine.’ She bent to stroke Darcy’s tummy. The more time she was spending with the dog, the more she could feel herself falling for her; her gentleness and her cowardice. ‘Tim and I have a history. It – things are … complicated, after such a long time apart.’
‘Oh. Oh, right.’
‘Sorry, that came out wrong. I don’t mean that there’s anything between us, now. I – it’s been a long day.’
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