‘But you do have two weeks’ holiday, right?’ she probed. ‘Being stuck here isn’t a disaster.’

‘I’ll get out.’

‘How?’

That stymied him. ‘I guess…when it stops raining…’

‘If it stops raining.’

‘There’s no need to sound like a prophet of doom,’ he snapped. ‘It’ll rain for forty days and forty nights so collect your cats and dogs and unicorns and build a boat…’

She chuckled. ‘OK. When it stops raining. But it’ll take some time to get the bridge repaired. Maybe we can get a ferry working.’

‘I could get out by helicopter.’ But he sounded dubious and for good reason.

‘Even when it stops raining I doubt you’ll persuade one to land here unless it’s an emergency. Being weary of watching your father and his new wife cuddle each other might not fit into the category of emergency.’

‘The sea…’

‘Have you seen the harbour? There’s no way a boat’s putting to sea until this weather dies.’ She shrugged. ‘Sure, there are boats which will bring supplies when the weather backs off but until then… I’m afraid you’re stuck with us, Joss.’

He liked the way she said his name, he decided. It was sort of lilting. Different.

But he had more important things to think of than lilting voices. His own voice took on a hint of desperation. ‘I can’t go back to stay with Dad and Daisy. I’m going around the twist!’

‘That bad?’

‘They hold hands. Over the breakfast table!’

Amy choked on laughter. ‘So you’re not a romantic, Dr Braden. Well, I never. And you with that T-shirt.’

He had the grace to grin. ‘OK. Despite the T-shirt, I’m not a romantic. Is there a hotel in town?’

‘Nope.’

Sigh. ‘I don’t suppose there’s a room available here.’

‘You don’t suppose your father would be mortally offended if you stayed in a nursing home rather than with him?’

He would. Damn.

But she was thinking for him. ‘What excuse did you give-when you left so suddenly?’