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Millie pointed a wavering finger at a tall blonde man walking along the promenade. He vanished behind the beach huts only to reappear towards the harbour end of the prom.

Dora lowered her sunglasses to see better in the gathering dusk. ‘Oh, I saw him earlier at the duck race. He’s friends with one of Mike’s cronies. Some city type, I guess.’ She squinted at Jed’s disappearing form. ‘Mike said you knew him.’ She peered at Millie, who had gone white beneath her tan. ‘Come on, then, spill the goss.’

She filled Millie’s glass with the last of the wine and settled back against the groyne, a now snoring Trevor lying on her feet.

‘He’s a man I know. Knew. He came into the café in January and I fell for him.’

‘Don’t blame you, he’s gorgeous.’

Millie nodded. ‘Kind too. He paid for Daisy’s operation when Arthur couldn’t afford it.’

‘Daisy?’

‘Arthur Roulestone’s golden retriever.’

‘Ah. So why does the reappearance in Berecombe of this totally gorgeous, beautifully dressed, and apparently kind, man give you a nervous breakdown?’

‘Oh Dor. He’s the man I love. Will always love. But –’

‘But?’

‘He just happens to work for Blue Elephant.’

‘No shit!’

Millie nodded. ‘Or rather, as he was at pains to point out, he’s their management consultant or something. Or was. He’s stopped doing work for them now.’

Dora relaxed. ‘Not so bad, then.’

‘Not if you don’t count him overseeing the opening of the branch here and not telling me. The café which may yet put me well and truly out of business.’

‘Ouch.’ Dora finished her wine and crushed the plastic glass. ‘And it’s the not-telling you that really hurts?’

‘Yup.’ Millie stared gloomily into her wine. ‘That and the fact that he and I come from different worlds.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Oh, he travels the world, is never in one place longer than five minutes, skis, dives, has holidays in St Lucia. That sort of thing.’

‘Oh, that sort of thing.’ Dora sounded amused.

‘Don’t laugh!’

‘I wasn’t laughing, honey. It’s the sort of life I had until recently. It doesn’t stop us getting on, does it?’

‘Of course it doesn’t. But you’re not my lover, are you? And you’ll go away too at some point, won’t you? And I’ll still be here.’

‘It wasn’t like Millie to be self-pitying.’ Dora put an arm around her. ‘If he loved you, he’d give it all up, wouldn’t he? To be with you?’

‘What and live in Berecombe and run the café with me?’ Millie gave a hard laugh.

‘Maybe that’s what he’s looking for?’

‘He said once I was home to him,’ Millie said wistfully.

‘Well, there you go, honeybun.’

‘But I’d never be enough for him. I know I wouldn’t.’

Dora stared at her friend. It wasn’t like her to be defeatist either. ‘Millie, you’re one of the kindest, most generous people I know. And you’re beautiful.’ When Millie snorted derisively she added, ‘Yes, you are. You look just like Keira Knightley with added curves. And you’re brave. Far braver than me. I couldn’t have taken on what you did when your parents died. You know me, I’d collapse in a fit of the vapours.’

‘You did an awful lot of crying. I think you did my share too.’

‘Well, I loved them too, don’t forget.’

Millie let her head sink onto her friend’s shoulder. ‘Oh Dor, you’re such a good pal.’

‘Even though I have the temerity to go skiing and have been known to holiday in St Barts?’

‘Even that.’ Millie’s voice was slurred.

‘Good, there’s hope for me yet, then. I think, my lovely, we’d better get you home and to your bed.’ She picked up their discarded bags, the crumpled wine glasses and the bottle and put the loop of Trevor’s lead around her wrist. ‘Come on, my sandy boy. You need to go home too.’

As they meandered along the promenade, towards Millie’s flat, Dora’s mind was busy plotting how to get her best friend well and truly hooked up and back with the delectable Jed.