Page 21 of One Cornish Summer With You
All he had to do now was decide what to do with it. Restore it and live there or do it up and sell it on. Before he’d met Tammy, he hadn’t been so sure about staying in Cornwall. Now, the scales had begun to tip in favour of making Seaspray his permanent home.
CHAPTER TEN
Tammy popped her head around the door of Davey’s studio. The morning proposal had gone well and the couple were ecstatic. She’d been sketching ideas for the festival since she’d got back and had finally hit on a possible design.
‘Sorry, Davey, can’t stay long. I need to try out a design for OceanFest before the tide turns.’
‘You’re always flitting about lately,’ he called back without taking his hands or eyes from the clay vase he was shaping on the wheel. ‘You say you’re working but I bet you’re off to see that Suit.’
She laughed. ‘I have no idea who you’re talking about,’ she teased. ‘Bye, and don’t work too hard.’
Davey stopped the wheel and glared at her before breaking into a smile. ‘How am I not going to work too hard? It’s you that should stop flying around all over the place. Now you’ve got that festival gig, you need to keep your mind on the job, young lady.’
Even though she was in a rush, she stepped into the studio. ‘I’m not a “lady” and I’m not reallythatyoung either. If you hadn’t noticed, I stopped needing a chaperone or a lift home some time ago.’
‘I’m not so sure about that …’ Davey grumbled.
Impulsively, she landed a kiss on his cheek.
‘What’s that for?’ he growled.
‘Because I know you don’t like soppy stuff – that’s why I did it. I meant it, though, about you not working too hard; you look tired.’
‘I always look tired. I’m sixty-two and have a business to run.’
‘It’s not because you’re old—’
He gasped.
‘You’re notoldold, of course. I only meant that you look as if you’ve been working too hard on this hotel project and worrying about me too much. If you must know, I’m going to watch the Suit kitesurf on Sunday and by the way, his name is Ruan.’
‘Kitesurfing. I didn’t have him down as a water lover?’
You haven’t seen him close up,thought Tammy, feeling heat rise to her face.
‘And Ruan is a Cornish name. He didn’t sound Cornish. He sounded like he comes from London to me.’ This statement was accompanied with a curl of the lip.
‘You claim everyone without an accent comes from London. Ruan’s been living in Bristol and working for a law firm.’
Davey sighed wearily. ‘Jeez. A suited and booted lawyer. Watch yourself, my maid. I don’t want you to get hurt.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘You only call me maid to wind me up and I refuse to be wound up today.’
‘Hmm.’ She was relieved to see him amused. ‘I’m not saying this to wind you up, but I’ve decided to ask thatSaturday lad from the gift shop to help in the gallery. The one with the mullet. You’ll be too busy now you have this festival commission.’
Tammy groaned. ‘No, I won’t. I said I’d help you and I will.’
‘I’m still going to get someone in.’
‘Why don’t you ask Breda instead of Mullet Boy? He can barely bring himself to speak to the customers and he broke a figurine last time. Breda knows the ropes, the customers respect her and I’m sure she’d be keen to help.’
‘I don’t want to bother her.’
‘Davey! You know she’d step in, even if I can’t cover every shift. Which I’ll try to when I’m not actually at the festival itself.’
He muttered and slipped the vase off the wheel with a wire. ‘Mebbe. She’s her own work to be getting on with.’
‘Ask her. Now, I can’t stand around arguing with you.’ She jangled her car keys. ‘See you later.’
