A Secret Shared…. Marion Lennox

head for the safety of the cute little bungalow that was to be their home for the next two weeks.

      Instead, he stood silent. His hand was still in Jack’s, not responsive, not clinging but not pulling away either. They watched in silence as Kate waded into the pool and spoke to her four tame dolphins. She showed each of them a fish and asked them to spin three times and do a belly roll before she handed them—formally, it seemed—their supper.

      Then she backed out of the water, waved to the dolphins and waved to them with the same cheer.

      ‘See you later,’ she said. ‘Have a good night. Harry, the sausage rolls are great and the pizza’s better. If you see me when you’re peeking through your curtains tomorrow, can you give me a wave?’

      And she was gone, clicking her fingers so Maisie fell in behind her. She was a formal, professional … doctor? A doctor with bare feet, an empty fish bucket and a bedraggled, soaking dog.

      What sort of place had he landed himself in?

      What sort of woman had Cathy … Kate … become?

      He didn’t know. All he knew was that the tension had once again gone out of his little nephew.

      ‘I need to take a shower,’ he told Harry. ‘I’m all wet.’

      He didn’t expect an answer but it came. ‘The dog made you wet,’ Harry said.

      He grinned. ‘She certainly did. Would you like pizza?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Harry, and Jack knew that whatever Cathy/Kate was, whatever she’d become, he needed to take a chance on this place.

      He needed to take a chance on her.