Dermot turned to face her. ‘Oh, are they really? Well, I know when I’m outnumbered,’ he replied with light sarcasm, making Christie smile with real affection.
‘We want the place perfect for Finula’s wedding, don’t we?’ she appeased.
‘Yes, Christie, we certainly do,’ Dermot called over his shoulder as he made his way to the bar. Emma and Christie exchanged grins, which were quickly interrupted by the opening of the front door. In came a tall, blond-haired man carrying a huge rucksack over his broad shoulders. For a moment Christie jolted. He instantly reminded her of Stephen. Then, as he approached, she realised he had a kinder face, with soft, blue eyes.
‘Hello, I’m Daniel James. I’m booked in for a few days. I know I’m a little early.’
Yes, he did look like a Daniel, thought Christie, probably because closer up he resembled Daniel Craig with his charming smile and strong jawline.
‘Ah, yes.’ Christie glanced down towards the paperwork on the desk. ‘That’s fine, you’re in room three, Mr James – it’s ready.’ She smiled and reached down under the desk for the room key. She passed it to him. ‘I’ll show you to your room.’
‘I’ll do that,’ butted in Emma with enthusiasm.
‘Thanks, Emma.’ Couldn’t blame her, Christie thought grinning to herself, as she watched Emma’s eyes shine at the latest visitor.
