The next day Dave once again joined Beattie in the kitchen for an early morning cup of coffee.
“This is becoming a habit,” he said with a chuckle.
Beattie looked up and smiled. “How’s Dee?”
“Still sleeping.” Something that flickered across Beattie’s face suggested there might be more behind the question. “Why?”
“Oh, nothing. I was so thrilled to feel the sun on my shoulders and my toes in the sand I was wondering if I’d overdone it with her yesterday.”
Dave smiled. “I’m sure she’ll recover.”
“So what’ve you got on today, Dave?”
He looked at her blankly.
“At work?” she added with a smile, clarifying her British phrasing.
“Oh! I have a meeting first thing with Jim.”
“Aha—perhaps I could quickly give you the second ...