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‘The honeymoon?’ he offered.
‘You’ve booked a couple of flights to Ireland. Anything else?’
‘I’ve been busy,’ he replied half laughing, ‘and anyway you said you wanted to go to Roscommon.’
‘I do!’ she was quick to reply. ‘But I just feel like that’s all you’ve contributed. I’ve done everything else.’
‘I’ll turn up on the day and look breathtakingly handsome,’ he batted back with a wicked grin, then closed his laptop. ‘Come on.’ He grabbed a bottle of wine out of the rack. ‘Let’s unwind in the garden with this.’
Finula instantly relaxed. Sitting in the pretty cottage garden overlooking the majestic Shropshire hills with a glass of full-bodied red wine was just too tempting.
‘Let’s.’ She smiled.
