It shouldn’t – there was never much going on in August – but you never knew. The meeting with the hotel people that she had scheduled for when she got home was the only important thing at the moment work-wise and she was completely prepared for it. She was nervous though, stomach-churningly so. In the dawn hours, half waking, she sometimes couldn’t help wondering: suppose they’d been leading her on a bit and were actually still seeing several other designers and making them, too, assume they were the only one in the frame for this job? She’d been assured they were well past that stage, but still the possibility of its all going horribly wrong had to be somewhere in the reckoning. It didn’t bear thinking about but it would be tempting fate not to. She brought her Macbook down to the terrace, put it on the table in the shade of the cream canvas umbrella and switched it on. While it warmed up, she looked out across the higher lanes of the village, seeing if she remembered any more landmarks from all those years ago.
