When Cass is asked by her father to take on an unusual photography project in the Caribbean Island of Dominica, she really can't see a reason to say no. But the remote island has just been hit be a severe hurricane, leaving destruction in its wake. Cass is travelling with Ranulph who is searching for the rare stone carvings her father wants her to photograph. Their hunt leads Cass down a path of bravery and self-discovery, and she soon falls for Ranulph, who has been by her side every step of the way. But does he feel the same way about her? A tale of friendship, courage and romance.
Chapter One
Cass had been travelling all day. There had been an early morning flight from Bristol to Glasgow, two long bus journeys, a largish ferry and now this tiny ferry that took a dozen cars at best. She was nearly there.
Cass hadn’t seen her father since he’d moved to the remote Scottish island she could see across the sea loch; she had deemed it just too difficult to get to. But she had loved this journey. The scenery was spectacular and her bus trips had given her a chance for a nap after her very early start. She had also managed to FaceTime her best friend, who was studying in Spain. It had been lovely to catch up with Rosa and try to show her how beautiful Scotland was on an unusually sunny day.
Cass hadn’t expected the glorious weather; she had always associated Scotland with wild winds, driving rain and perhaps snow. But in late May the sky was blue and the majestic hills and mountains were reflected in the almost glassy sea loch.
She sighed, drowsy but happy to be seeing her father in such a wonderful place. Then she heard someone clear their throat and she turned, pulled out of her reverie.
It was the striking man she’d seen getting out of an ancient Land Rover earlier. He was very tall with a lot of almost white hair, but while his hair was prematurely light his eyebrows and eyelashes were still dark. Now she could see that his eyes were greeny-grey.
‘Are you Cass?’ he said.
She didn’t answer immediately.
“Ranulph laughed. It was deep and musical and no less attractive than the rest of him.”
‘Short for Cassiopeia?’ he went on, his head inclined in query.
There was a heartbeat and then she said, ‘That’s me.’
‘Howard – your dad?’
‘Yes?’ She was tempted to add something about him knowing her father’s name, but she didn’t.
‘He knew I was on this ferry, and he asked me to give you a lift to Corriemore – where he lives.’
Cass nodded. She was trying to hide it, but she was taken aback by this man. He was so striking, so – she struggled for the word – attractive. But attractive didn’t really cover it.
‘I’m Ranulph Gregor. I’ve known Howard for a few years, before he moved here.’
‘Well, your credentials seem to check out. I’ll take the risk and let you drive me home – to my dad’s house.’
Ranulph laughed. It was deep and musical and no less attractive than the rest of him. ‘You haven’t visited before, I know. But it’s a wonderful place. Eleanor—’
‘Eleanor?’ Howard hadn’t mentioned an Eleanor but as he never seemed to be without a woman, her presence shouldn’t have been a surprise. He was dashing, a famous wildlife photographer, and could be very charming.
‘She owns the house Howard lives in. She has a few properties in the area.’
Cass could picture her. Over-tanned, and so a little bit wrinkly, dyed black hair, and a lot of gold jewellery and a lot of teeth, set off by scarlet lipstick. Her father had a type.
Her feelings must have shown because Ranulph said, ‘She’s not what you might expect. Wait and see.’
Cass managed a smile. ‘Well, I have to, don’t I?’
Extracted from Island in the Sun by Katie Fforde, out now.
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