Finula was still in awe of the ring. ‘I’m so happy for you both,’ she said, bringing Megan back from her thoughts of the changes awaiting her.
‘Thanks, Fin.’ Then, mentally shaking herself, Megan asked, ‘So, just two breakfasts to serve?’
‘Yes. Just the couple from last night.’ She slid the bacon and eggs onto the plates and handed them to Megan.
Walking through into the restaurant area, Megan caught sight of the back of a head she recognised instantly. She halted. Surely, it couldn’t be? But that self-assured demeanour spoke volumes. She observed him pour his orange juice, flick open the morning’s newspaper and check his watch. Who was he waiting for? Then in she came, a pretty girl with glasses. Immediately he stood up when she joined him at the table. Still the same old charmer, she thought ironically. Instead of showing reluctance, Megan walked confidently, shoulders back, her head held high. Who needed a rat like Adam? She had Tobias Cavendish-Blake.
With a breezy smile she approached the table. ‘Two full English breakfasts.’ Adam’s eyes met hers. He spluttered on his orange, splashing the white tablecloth.
‘Oh dear, oh dear,’ she soothed sarcastically.
‘Megan?’ he choked.
‘The very same.’ She placed the two plates down.
‘Do you two know each other?’ asked the girl with a quizzical expression.
‘We did, unfortunately,’ retorted Megan, and turned on her heel and flounced off.
Dashing into the kitchen, she couldn’t wait to tell Finula. ‘Fin, it’s Adam in there!’ she hissed.
‘Adam?’
‘You know, the ex who I caught with his hands up—’
‘His secretary’s skirt,’ finished Finula. ‘Well, well, well.’
After a rather uncomfortable breakfast Adam and Jennifer packed and made their way down to check out. Megan made sure she was about, next to Finula at the bar.
‘Enjoy your stay, sir?’ asked Finula.
‘Yes, thanks.’ He looked sideways at Megan and swallowed. He couldn’t fail to notice the diamond ring she was practically displaying as she wiped the bar. ‘Who’s the lucky man?’ He attempted to lighten the atmosphere.
‘Lord Cavendish-Blake,’ supplied Finula. Adam’s mouth opened wide in disbelief.
‘Close your mouth, Adam, it’s not a good look,’ said Megan smiling sweetly, then asked innocently, ‘How’s your secretary, the one I caught you groping in your office?’
Jennifer, who had had quite enough, picked up her case and told him sharply, ‘I’m off. Make your own way home.’
