"Mmm", she muttered as she stirred.

"Sorry"

She opened her eyes and saw Dempsey leaning on his side. He gently pulled out his arm from under her head and sat down.

"Sorry I woke you up", he said. "I just need to…"

"What time is it?"

"Almost half past ten", he replied.

"What?", she felt awake immediately. "Can't be"

"It is"

"We'd better get going then"

"Why's the hurry?", he asked.

"We need to get back for dinner", she sighed. "A family dinner, that is"

"Oh ok", he said. "But we eat breakfast before we leave"

"All right, just go and do whatever you have to do"

She stretched her arms and yawned. Then she got up and went to draw back the curtains. The sun dazzled her eyes, but after a while she got used to the light and so she opened the door and went onto the terrace. She beamed seeing the view that was breathtaking, like Dempsey had said. She looked at the vast sea which was calmer today, but still there was a light wind which caressed her face.

"You can go in now", Dempsey called out. She went in and raised her eyebrows at him.

"You aren't done yet?", she asked.

"I am"

"You're going downstairs like that?", she pointed at his vest

"I will", he paused. "if you don't give me back my shirt"

"Oh boy", she laughed. "I forgot. It'll be yours again in a minute"

"I guess otherwise you wouldn't have gone out onto that balcony, right?"

"I guess not", she said and felt she was blushing as he eyed her up and down appreciatively.

"Tidy that up", she said pointing with her eyes at the mess on the floor.

"Nice legs", he commented as she was leaving the room.

"Shut up", she said.

He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared behind the door. He remembered her telling 'I love you James' and his heart beat strong when he did. He could still remember those few seconds distinctly and he'd cherish that moment forever. He started picking up the stuff from the floor, reliving the moment as he was doing so.

"Why are you grinning?", he heard her say.

"No reason", he lied.

"Here", she handed him his shirt. He put it on and his grin became even bigger as he felt her perfume on his shirt.

"What now?", she asked.

"Nothing", he said. "Are you ready?"

"Are you?"

"Yes"

"Let's have breakfast then"
After breakfast, they checked out and headed for Winfield Hall. He had noticed during breakfast that Harry had become more silent and when they were driving to her home, she seemed to tense up. He tried to stir up a conversation, but it didn't work. She was thinking of getting back home, getting back to reality. That night at Ramsgate was a nice get-away, but it didn't change the fact her father was dead and she had to face it.

They finally reached her home and when they got out of the car, she sighed. They climbed the stairs and opened the door.

"Where the hell have you been?", Mathew exclaimed when they came inside.

"Good morning, Matthew", Harry said and they went in.

"Morning?", he exclaimed. "That's all you've got to say?"

"What else would you like to hear?", she asked.

"How about I'm sorry that I got you all worried", he said.

"Worried about me? Why?", she looked surprised. "I told you we were going out and not to wait up"

"But you didn't say you were coming back the next morning", he said. "Do you realise what we had been thinking?"

"And what did you do? Call the police?", Dempsey asked, irritated by the guy.

"As a matter of fact we were just going to", he replied.

"We are the police", Dempsey stated matter-of-factly in his well-know manner and Harry laughed.

"You find this funny, Harriet?", Matthew asked.

"Not at all", Harry lied. "I just think you should let go, Matt"

"I will when you come to your senses"

"There's nothing wrong with my senses", she snapped. "Now will you excuse us, we need to change"

Matthew followed her with his eyes as she climbed the stairs with Dempsey.

"Downstairs in…", she paused to look at the watch. "an hour?"

"Ok"

"And James…"

"Yes?"

"I want to…"