He has a bowl of eggs and milk he is whisking briskly. “Wow, you really do cook,” Catherine smiles. Hope he’s not mad that I missed supper. “I felt sure you’d have a lovely Mrs Mop who cooked and cleaned for you.” Henry’s grin is a mischievous version of Logan’s, and she warms to him immediately. “Oh I can cook when I want to,” he tells her, wagging the whisk like a pointy finger. “I used to help Ellie in the kitchen. Learned a lot from that woman; she was a dab hand at baking – won countless prizes at the local summer fare.” He isn’t sad when he speaks of his late wife, Ellie, but he does have a longing in his voice, Catherine realises. You love her still. “So you manage this huge house all by yourself?” she asks, somewhat surprised. Henry laughs a deep growling rumble that makes Catherine laugh too. “Wish I could say I do,” he grins again, “but in all honesty Lakelands is far too big for me now.
