All the same, she couldn’t help but feel she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. And even though she knew she should spend the drive back to the cottage practicing her apology to Edward for being late home for dinner, her mind insisted on replaying the afternoon’s photo shoot instead. Alex was good at his new chosen profession. He’d had a nice mix of styles – some with the jewellery being worn, some displayed, some close-ups, some groups. Plenty for her to choose from, anyway. And the way he’d done it, with such care, as if her designs were the most important thing in his world, at that moment. No one had ever given her work that sort of attention before. Made her feel like a real designer, rather than just a girl making pocket change from her hobby in an old water mill. Alex made her feel that her dreams were valid and important – perhaps because he needed the same from her. Whatever it was, she wished Edward would develop some of the same ability. Edward’s car sat neatly parked outside their cottage when she pulled into the driveway.
