No. I think I’ll pass.’ Rob picked up one of the business cards that Lottie had fanned out next to the condiments and the deep frown creased his forehead as he read the address out loud.
‘Lottie Rosemount’s Cake Shop and Tea Rooms? That’s where Dee Flynn works.’ Lottie could practically see the cogs of Rob’s mind work as his gaze ratcheted up one notch at a time from the business card past the platter of savoury canapés and finally to her face. Where it settled for one millisecond as the inevitable hit home.
‘Please tell me that you’re not Lottie Rosemount.’ He finally groaned.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat for a second before she smiled it away with a quick flick of the head.
Busted! Playtime had officially just ended and it was back to work.
‘Sorry. Can’t do that. Life is so unfair sometimes. Don’t you think? Welcome to my world, Mr Beresford.’ Shame.
