It had been a month and she still couldn’t get Cal Trant out of her mind. What was it about the former footballer that held her attention after so long? There was no chance she’d see him again, not unless he rebooked for next year. And even then, Steve would prevent her seeing him. He’d probably refuse the booking. She just wished she knew what her brother had against her dating, or just seeing a bloke as a friend. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was trying to set her up with Markus Kerr. She hadn’t seen him in years, not since the last family holiday to Penry Island to stay with her aunt. Now, Steve managed to bring Markus into the conversation at least twice a day. And his name didn’t even start with a P. The postcard Cal had sent of the weir was still attached to the fridge with a magnet. Alongside one Aunt Laurie had sent of the local lifeboat station. She looked down at the menu again, only glancing up as Steve came in and called her name. “Hattie, when do you go away again?”
