Ruth had recently got back from Crete; the table in front of them was scattered with photos. Laura picked one up. ‘God – what I wouldn’t give to be on that beach right now, instead of here in the rain.’ Ruth smiled. ‘I know – imagine waking up to that view. Every morning, first thing, I’d go out onto the balcony to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.’ Laura arched an eyebrow. ‘First thing every morning? Really?’ One side of her mouth slid upwards. ‘Before you did anything else?’ Ruth immediately blushed scarlet and ducked her head, letting her pale blond hair swing forwards as she started fiddling with the photos. Laura gave herself a mental kick – she kept forgetting what a bashful creature her new sister-in-law was. Imagine blushing like that though, at her age – you’d think she was fourteen instead of thirty. Mind you, just because Laura and Donal had hardly got out of bed on their honeymoon didn’t mean that everyone else did the same.
