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‘Right. Sorry.’ She banished the picture of Chase and cleared her throat. ‘What’s wrong with it?’

‘It’s thin and crispy. Like a pizza base.’

She hissed in a breath through her teeth. ‘Did you follow a recipe?’

‘Yep. I borrowed a book from my friend, Jan. She’s taken Phoebe for the afternoon to give me the time and space to make it. I should have asked Jan to make the cake instead.’

‘But Phoebe asked you to make it.’

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually made a birthday cake for either Will or Cory. No, that wasn’t true; she could remember. It had been Will’s first birthday. The only birthday Jack had been there for. Before her life had been turned upside-down. Since then, she’d resorted to shop-bought cakes. Biting her lip, she hoped the boys hadn’t been disappointed. Then she rolled her eyes. They wouldn’t even know the difference—but she’d make up for it. She’d make cakes for both birthdays this year. She’d surprise them with something special.

‘So you see my problem.’

‘Did you use all the ingredients exactly as listed?’

‘Yes. It’s a very old book, though. I had to convert ounces to grams.’

There was always a chance he’d made a mistake there. ‘Did you open the oven door while it was cooking?’

‘Ye-es. You’re not supposed to?’

‘It doesn’t help, but look, there are lots of things that can go wrong.’

He made an exasperated sound. ‘I don’t suppose…you’d come and help me?’

She felt a mixture of sympathy and fear. Calling him was one thing. Going to his house was quite another. But then she thought of Phoebe coming home, expecting her pink cake. And she remembered all the cakes she’d hoped for but hadn’t had during her childhood.

Her throat closed. She was close to agreeing. But could she trust herself to bake a cake after all this time? What if she messed it up?

‘I don’t know,’ she said at last.

‘It’s okay, Regan. I understand. It was too much to ask.’ He sighed. ‘So, what do you reckon I should do?’

She was silent for a long moment. Then she heard herself suggest a solution and could hardly believe it had come from her own mouth. ‘I could buy a plain cake and bring it over there and we could decorate it for Phoebe. It’s a compromise but I don’t think she’ll care.’

‘Brilliant. She won’t care, but are you sure you don’t mind?’

The sound of laughter reached her through the half-open door. ‘Oh, there’s a problem, Chase. I’ll have to bring my sons with me.’

‘You call that a problem? You should see my cake. No, really, it’s fine. Your sons will be welcome.’

She took a deep breath. She was really going to do this. She was really going to decorate a birthday cake for a little girl she’d never met, with a man she hardly knew.

Shaking her head, she said, ‘Do you have candles?’

‘I…um…well, she didn’t ask for them so I didn’t think they were necessary.’

She smiled. ‘But you have to take a photo of her blowing out the candles. She’ll love it. Believe me.’

Regan wondered what had made her say that. What did she know about little girls? Except that she used to be one a long, long time ago. It felt like a long time. She was nearly thirty.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll bring some. We’ll be there as soon as possible.’

‘Drive carefully.’

Once he’d given her directions, she hung up, then pulled the door wide. ‘Boys, we’re going out,’ she said as she walked into the study.

A synchronized groan met her words.

‘It’ll be fun.’ She placed a hand on Will’s shoulder and ruffled Cory’s dark hair. ‘We’re going to a place called Leo Bay. You’ll like it.’

‘What’s there?’ Will asked.

‘Um, not much.’

‘So why will we like it?’

‘Because…’ She paused. Why was she so sure they would like it? ‘Because we’re going to have a good time. Once I’ve done what I have to do, we’ll go to the beach.’

Will squinted at her for a moment. ‘Can we go bodyboarding?’

‘Sure.’

‘Cool,’ he said as he slid off the chair. ‘Come on, Cory. Let’s get the boards.’

As she ushered them both to their bedroom to change into clothes more appropriate to the beach, she spotted her mother packing a suitcase.

Regan stepped into the doorway of her mother’s room. ‘Nearly ready to leave?’

Her mother sighed. ‘Yes. I’ll be gone for a bit longer this time. I’m going to try to talk him into seeing a doctor as well.’

Regan nodded. ‘Poor Pop. He thinks that seeing a doctor is the beginning of the end.’

‘I know, but we have to find out what’s going on. There might be a simple treatment that will prevent him getting worse.’

Her mother tucked a nightdress into the edge of the suitcase and flipped the lid closed. While she fiddled with the zip, Regan rubbed her forehead. She had to remember to take some headache tablets before leaving.

‘Give him my love, won’t you? And take care of yourself, too.’

Her mother nodded.

Regan went to pack a bag of her own, stuffing it with towels, sunscreen and extra clothes for Will and Cory. She would miss her mum while she was away, but Regan knew that their relationship was not a close one and never had been. She knew her mother loved her, and she adored the boys, but Regan had always been aware, growing up, that her parents were busy making the business a success. She appreciated all their hard work now, but it left her feeling a little sad at times, as if she’d missed out on something special.

Still, she was grateful for what they did have and she knew that many people had a lot less. Her mind drifted to little Phoebe, whose mother had died to give her life…

She changed into a loose dress and, after loading the boys into her car along with all the things they wanted to take, she drove to the office.

Sue, Regan’s secretary, smiled at Will and Cory as she took a pile of paperwork from Regan.

‘I’ll be in the office next week, Sue. And I’ll call you before then to make sure there are no problems.’

‘Sure. So where are you all off to?’ she asked. ‘Looks like you’re dressed for the beach.’

Cory nodded. ‘Where did you say it was, Mum?’

‘We’re going to Leo Bay,’ Regan mumbled. ‘Have a good weekend, Sue.’

‘You, too.’

Regan was fond of Sue but she didn’t want to tell her about Chase. Sue had stuck by Regan and the business through the difficult time after Jack had left. She’d earned the right to be a little nosy and was more a friend than an employee, but Regan knew that if she even hinted that there was a new man in her life, the news that she was dating would spread through the business faster than fire through the bush.

After leaving the office, Regan went to the shops to find a plain sponge cake, bought candles, icing sugar and food colouring and then they were ready to leave.

CHAPTER THREE

REGAN only had a vague memory of a day trip to Leo Bay as a child. Her father had never taken time off work for holidays and her mother would go nowhere without him so a very limited number of day trips was all they’d managed.

The boys chattered in the back of the car and she somehow managed to answer their questions, whilst her concentration was divided between following the unfamiliar road and thinking about Chase.

This was so out of character for her, she had to wonder whether she was losing her mind. She didn’t date.

But she wasn’t dating, she reminded herself. She glanced at the cake resting safely on the passenger seat. She was saving a little girl from disappointment and doing a favour for a friend. That wasn’t unusual, so what was the problem?

Besides, the boys would be sad if they turned back now. They didn’t have many days out, either. Not as many as she’d like. She did her best but she had a busy schedule. She really must put aside some time for a proper holiday this year. They all deserved it.

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