The light from the top of the drive leading in shone brighter than last time. Had Cross doubled the wattage for them so they could see walking in? If he had, that was adorable in a way. Though living above the shop could have drawbacks, being across the road from the sea was a big plus in her mind. The smell of the ocean meant Australia to her, more than almost anything. For a second her chest ached. Izzy sucked in a breath, straightened her thigh-length shirt over her black skinny jeans then trotted up the steps to the green door. She’d ransacked her bedroom only fifteen minutes ago, looking for something somewhat acceptable for a date. Clothing wasn’t usually high on her priority list but when trying to woo at least one, maybe two partners, she had to step up her game. A shopping trip was in order and soon. The brass skull door knocker made her think of the Addams Family. To her relief, it was Gemma who opened the door. Cross stood a few feet behind.
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