She peered through her fingers at the plate of food and squinted, hoping that would make it look more appetising. It didn’t. When she had been in Barcelona, it hadn’t taken long to discover the addictive tapas bars that were scattered across the city, and the pinchos in particular had been her downfall. A staggering variety of tastes she found it almost impossible to say no to; each glorious taste bud tempter attached to a small round of the freshest bread she knew would melt in her mouth, then hit her waistline with a clunk like it meant to stay. But who cared about a few extra inches if it meant she got to taste food like that? No problem of that here. Cheshire’s answer to the Spanish delight wasn’t exactly crying out to be eaten; in fact, it seemed to be screaming “run away fast before I choke you”. Ellie had always loved food. She’d been a trainee chef until a TV producer had spotted her talent for dressing a plate and tempted her away to a career in marketing.
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