By the time that Camille reached the bar both Jamie and Richard were already on their third beers.

"Bonsoir Maman."

"Bonsoir Camille. Have you met the new boy?"

"Jamie? No not yet. What's he like?"

"He's sweet and charming. Not much like our Inspector."

"Mama...Richard can be sweet. He's just shy." Her mother raised an eyebrow. "You don't know him."

"And you do? Camille, he's a closed book. I don't know why you stick up for him so much." Camille shook her head and her mother sighed. She had initially found her daughter's crush on her boss quite sweet. However as the months went by and Camille's feelings towards Richard had showed no sign of abating she had begun to feel a certain amount of anxiety on her daughters behalf. Richard, in her opinion was not a good match for Camille, he would never be able to offer her the love that she needed, and no amount of blind dates were going to make her see that. She needed another option and was beginning to think that Jamie might be able to provide a solution. If Camille could spend some time with both of them perhaps the total contrast between them would make her realise that it was time to move on to someone more suitable.

"You know...it might be polite to show Jamie some of the sights on the island...Richard probably doesn't know them as well as you do. You could get to know him better."

"Maman, I'm sure that Richard will want to spend time with his brother without me."

"Perhaps. And perhaps you and Jamie could go on your own..."

"Maman!" Camille was indignant and also embarrassed that her mother had had the same thought as she had had earlier in the evening: that Jamie might be a better match for her.

"Um, sorry to interrupt but could I have another couple of beers please Catherine." Apparently Richard had deemed this the perfect time to arrive at the bar for a refill. Of course he had. Camille shot her mother an annoyed look for choosing the exact moment to try and set her up with Jamie when his brother was standing behind her. Hopefully he hadn't heard their last exchange, but judging from the expression on his face she was pretty sure that he had. They stood facing each other awkwardly, while Catherine disappeared for more beer; he wishing that Catherine would hurry up, and she wishing that she could find a way to turn back time so that he wouldn't think that she was interested in his brother. When Catherine finally came back, he collected the beers in silence, pausing to give her the briefest of nods and headed back to his table.

"That looked awkward." Richard shot him a quizzical look. "That is Camille at the bar right?" The comment had been designed as gently ribbing but on closer inspection he could see that Richard had lost all of the joviality of earlier. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"Jeez, you have got it bad."

Richard shook his head. "I said I'm fine!"

"Good. So nothing bad or embarrassing happened at the bar that might mean you don't want to see Camille again for a while."

"No...why?"

"Because she's coming over here."

"Oh God!" he managed to pull himself together enough to wipe the look of terror off his face as she slid into the chair.

She looked between them for a few moments drinking in the similarity between them despite the age difference before her gaze finally landed on the younger of the two. "So you must be Jamie."

"Indeed. And you must be Camille!" They sat grinning at each other, delighted that they had finally met, each feeling like they had uncovered a secret that Richard had been hiding. "I've heard a lot about you, but I'm guessing from your expression that you had no idea that I actually existed."

She winced slightly. "Sorry, would it help if I told you I am very glad that you do?"

"Perhaps."

Richard wriggled uncomfortably in his chair and frowned. He was used to Camille flirting with everyone but wasn't entirely comfortable with her doing it with his brother.

"So how long are you here for?"

"Ah, sadly just a week. It's pretty much all we could get off together.

"Together?" She looked at Richard positively gleeful as she guessed what was coming.

Richard sighed, "apparently my family have deemed it imperative that they come and embarrass me for a week. Nowhere is safe anymore Camille, even my being halfway around the world can't stop them."

"Come on they can't be that bad..."

"Yes they can." She shot him an exasperated look.

Jamie chipped in. "No really they can. You've never met our mother."

"And God willing never will."

Camille pouted. "That seems very unfair, you've met my mother."

Richard leant forward. "Trust me when I say Camille that your mother has nothing on ours. She is positively well balanced and actually thinks most of the time before opening her mouth, well most of the time."

"Oh so you and your mother have something in common then." She knew she was being petulant but was beginning to feel a little like Richard was embarrassed of her. Why didn't he want her to meet his mother?

He glared at her, confused at her sudden abruptness. He usually had to do something wrong to warrant this sort of behaviour from her. He thought through their conversation but was pretty sure that they were on safe ground. She ignored him and turned back to his brother. "So what are you up to tomorrow?"

It seemed strange to see the lopsided smile that she so loved on Richard on another man's face, it seemed to come more easily to him but was no less disarming. "Trying to get Richard on to the beach, any tips?"

"Don't bother..."

Jamie sucked in air through his teeth "little harsh. But I think we can do better than that. I might be in with more of a chance if you were around."

Camille blushed, and then flushed even deeper when she realised she was angry at herself for the first reaction, she wasn't sure if he was asking for him or Richard. "Really? I'd have thought that would have put him off more than anything. I think he's terrified of me seeing him in anything other than a suit. Oh and his pyjamas!"

"His pyjamas?" Jamie feigned shock but knew the story already, if she had seen him in any other capacity other than an early pick up for work there certainly wouldn't have been pyjamas involved. She blushed again then laughed before they were interrupted by an aggrieved tone, "I am still here you know!"

Camille lowered her voice conspiratorially, "you know I don't think he actually owns any trunks."

"Yeah, I thought that might be the case, don't worry, I've brought him some with me..."

"Which I'm not wearing." Richard was adamant but somewhat cowed when Jamie glared at him from above his beer. He muttered again "I don't want to."

She teased him. "All things in life are sent to try us Richard."

"I know that, it just seems that I get more than my fair share of them."

"Oh stop being grumpy!"

"I'm not being grumpy."

"Yes, you are."

She looked over at Jamie who was smirking quietly into his beer and decided that it might be time to leave them alone before Richard's mood turned sour. She didn't want her invitation rescinded, whoever it had come from. She got up and thought she saw a look of disappointment cross Richard's face briefly. "I think Maman might need some help at the bar, I'll leave you two to catch up but um... hopefully see you tomorrow?"

She was amused to find that both men had stood up as she left the table, Richard nodded his ascent at her comment which had been directed at him, the fleeting look of disappointment already vanished from his face. She was aware that she had spent too much time looking at him already, she had to turn to Jamie before he noticed, she did so and found him beaming at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"'Til tomorrow then."