"I wasn't," he vowed softly, leaning forward to wrap his hand around the curve of her jaw. "I'll be fine, but I vow to call you if I'm not feeling well." She backed away from his soft hand, leaving it suspended in the air. She stood gazing down at him for a few moments.

"I'll have Skye bring you out to the garage. Let him drive," she ordered firmly and then swivelled on her heel out of the room. Theo let out a despondent sigh and stood watching her for one long, nostalgic instant before squared his shoulders and followed.

Noa welcomed him to the restaurant door with a smile...