they always said? Save a stranger from the seaââ
A man stuck his head through the shop door. âMrs Bates, can you move your car? Theyâre trying to get a trailer down to the pub.â
âIâll be back.â She waved and disappeared, leaving her basket on the counter. Gabe took the opportunity to pay, then set off out of the shop at a pace that hurt her aching legs, wondering how Mrs Bates could take two and two and come up with six.
As they reached to the pub, Fin touched her arm and Gabe jumped.
âSorry.â He tilted his head to the side. âCan I buy you a drink to say thanks?â
Gabe turned and smiled. âSounds wonderful, but, um, do you have your wallet?â
âOh, damn, I forgot about that.â He tapped his forehead with his right hand.
She laughed. âLost your memory along with your boat?â
âMust have.â
âWell, I think stopping for a drink is a wonderful idea, and Iâll pay,â Gabe said, heading into the pub.
Once they had their drinks, they sat down on the lower terrace. The sun was so warm that Gabe shed her jumper. September was the perfect month, she thought, with its blue skies, warm sun and few tourists, just enough to keep the local businesses happy but the roads reasonably clear.
âDo you know everyone here?â Fin held his pint.
âSort of . . .â She paused. âI spent much of my childhood here.â
âPerfect.â He glanced out towards Falmouth Bay.
âYes.â Gabe thought of the early years when her father was still around. âWhere did you grow up?â
âHere and there.â
Gabe frowned.
âMy father was a diplomat.â He traced a finger through the condensation on the side of his glass. His fingers were long, but they werenât a musicianâs hands. âI did spend many summers in Fowey, though, with family.â
âLovely.â
âIt was, yes.â
âI donât mean to intrude . . .â Gabe pursed her lips, trying think of how to ask this.
âBut you will.â He raised and eyebrow and Gabe noted the hints of green in the deep-set blue eyes.
âWhy are you staying with us if you have family in Fowey?â
âFair question.â He sipped his beer. âThey sold the house this spring when my grandmother died and the family couldnât agree on who should have the house.â
âOh.â Gabe continued to study him, hoping heâd reveal more. When he didnât volunteer anything further, she asked, âAnd you normally live . . . ?â
He rolled the pint between his hands. âYou see, thatâs the problem. I donât have a normal at the moment.â
Gabe tilted her head to one side, waiting for him to continue.
âNormal disappeared when my wife left me for her best friend.â
âOh!â
âOh, really doesnât cover it.â He gave a dry laugh. âI was so shocked I wanted nothing to do with my old life because it was a lie.â
âI see.â
âI wish I had,â he said, shaking his head. âBut enough about me.â He grinned, revealing slight dimples. âYou live with your grandmother?â
Gabe nodded, thinking that didnât sound very good, a thirty-year-old woman living with her grandmother.
âAnd sheâs the famous artist Jaunty Blythe.â
Gabe sucked in a mouthful of air, wondering how he knew. There were no photographs of Jaunty in any magazines or papers, no interviews . . And then she remembered that Jaunty had taken him to the studio.
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Jean . Gabriella must understand that Jean is the key.
After my first year studying in Paris my style was improving but Jeanâs â Jeanâs was special. It was based on hard work and sound skills but somehow, despite the technical ability underlining it, her work was innocent, even slightly primitive. Under each painting was a flawlessly executed sketch but once
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