The Windmill Café. Poppy Blake

you be up for giving me, Jess and Nadia a lesson in how to make a batch of those delicious Stilton and grape scones we had at the garden party? And, if we have time, maybe we could also bake some of your pineapple and coconut cookies?’

      Rosie stared at Suki, totally surprised at her request. Surely the last thing she would want to do after what had happened to her was indulge in a full-blown bake-a-thon.

      ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘What Rosie actually means is that she and Mia would be delighted to showcase a few of the Windmill Café’s signature bakes,’ laughed Matt appearing on the doorstep of the café, waving a handful of white confectionery bags in the air. ‘I thought you’d appreciate breakfast, why don’t you stick the kettle on while I give Mia a call to see if she can start her shift a little earlier?’

      ‘Oh, erm, yes, thank you, Matt. Sorry, Suki, I’d love to do that for you, but we’d better get started right away because there’s only two hours until the café opens to the public.’

      ‘Great! I’ll pay you for your time and all the extra ingredients.’

      ‘Oh, no, that won’t be…’

      ‘I want to. I’m thinking, with your permission of course, of having a cake sale in the car park for the local children’s music and drama school that Carole told me about at the garden party on Sunday. What do you think?’

      ‘I think it’s a lovely idea,’ smiled Rosie, leading Suki into the kitchen, her spirits soaring as they invariably did whenever she was about to treat herself to a morning of unbridled culinary fun. Scones and cookies were amongst the simplest of recipes to create and she knew the kitchen was cleaner than it had ever been. What could go wrong?

      ‘I’ll leave these croissants here and catch up with you later, Rosie. Have fun!’

      Matt leaned forward to deposit a farewell kiss on Rosie’s cheek. His gesture was so unexpected she drew back in surprise and stumbled into the work bench. He laughed, shook his head, and strode from the terrace as her face flooded with heat once again.

      ‘He’s gorgeous. You are a very lucky girl!’ smiled Suki, standing next to Rosie with her hands on her slender hips as she surveyed Matt’s retreating figure.

      ‘Oh, no, we’re not… I mean, Matt and I are just friends.’

      ‘Didn’t look like it from where I was standing!’ giggled Jess who had joined them with Lucas in tow. ‘If I didn’t have my incredibly handsome Lucas to keep me warm at night, you’d have to fight me off with your spatula, Rosie!’

      Rosie was shocked to discover how flustered she was at their teasing. She was surprised that others had noticed the chemistry between her and Matt. Although she had denied it, she had to admit they were right – there was a definite buzz of electricity in the air whenever Matt Wilson was in the vicinity. She had no idea what it meant, nor did she understand it.

      Hadn’t she declared herself finished with all romantic relationships? Didn’t they all end in disaster one way or another? Even though she had moved on, she could still recall the sharpness of the pain she had endured when she had broken up with Harry, especially after the way she’d discovered his infidelity, and there was no way she was going there again.

      ‘Okay. Everyone help themselves to one of our Windmill Café aprons and we’ll get started on the scones.’

      ‘At last, Nadia! Where have you been?’

      ‘Don’t nag. Anyway, aren’t we supposed to be on holiday? Why should we be forced to get up at the crack of dawn?’

      ‘Oooh, someone didn’t get any act…shun in the bedroom department last night!’

      Lucas grinned with mischief at Nadia’s reaction as he sprinkled flour through a sieve into a silver bowl from a great height. A good handful fell onto the floor and Rosie almost had a coronary. It took all her willpower not to crouch down and wipe it up straight away. She wasn’t sure she was cut out to be a cookery teacher and she kept checking her watch, hoping that Mia would arrive before she attacked Lucas with the meat cleaver for leaving snail-trails of desiccated coconut on her precious units. Never mind a poisoning for Matt to solve, there would be a murder!

      ‘When you make scones, it’s essential to make sure all the ingredients are cold and that you don’t overwork the mixture,’ said Rosie, tossing in a generous portion of crumbled Stilton.

      ‘Hey, Jess, do you think I could persuade my boss Marcus to offer a selection of fruit and savoury scones to his customers?’

      ‘I don’t think San Antonio is ready for scones, Lucas darling, but maybe these cookies could work,’ Suki laughed.

      ‘I don’t know why you still work in that flea-pit of a place,’ said Nadia.

      ‘Needs must, Nad. We haven’t all got a private income to rely on,’ Lucas said, glancing across at Suki from beneath his eyelashes.

      Even in the humidity of the café kitchen, with the oven on full-blast as their scones produced the most delicious smell of melting cheese, Lucas’s blond quiff stayed rigidly in place. He had pushed the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows to reveal a scattering of fair hairs across his forearms. Rosie couldn’t help but smile when she realized that, in the right light, Lucas really could be mistaken for his hero, Jamie Oliver.

      ‘Hi everyone. I hope I haven’t missed out on all the fun?’

      ‘Hi, Mia.’ Rosie gave her friend a hug of welcome before whispering in her ear. ‘Am I glad you’re here. I just need you to channel some of your mum’s fabulous cookery presentation skills and I think we’ll be fine.’

      ‘No problem, you can definitely count on me.’

      Mia grabbed one of her signature aprons from a drawer, this one made from the same fabric as the green wide-legged culottes she was wearing, and fastened the strings around her waist. She looked like an advertisement for an over-decorated Christmas tree.

      ‘Okay, everyone, Mia is going to talk you through the recipe for the pineapple and coconut cookies whilst I make a start on the tidying up.’

      Rosie surveyed the kitchen and cringed. Goose bumps rippled around her body as she struggled with an almost overwhelming urge to shove every one of the guests out of the room so she could get on with washing down all the surfaces with soapy water. She knew she was being unreasonable. She knew it was something she should consider getting professional help with – but what was the point when she also knew exactly where her problem stemmed from and why it had raised its ugly head recently?

      ‘Mmm, this chocolate is delicious!’ declared Jess, shoving a handful of white chocolate buttons into her cheeks and pulling a comical face at her sister like an over-stuffed hamster.

      ‘You’re not supposed to eat the ingredients before the cookies are even baked!’

      ‘You talking to me?’ Jess said in a gangster-type voice before bursting into hysterical laughter and sending splinters of chocolate everywhere.

      Rosie turned her back and busied herself with filling a bucket with scalding hot water and adding her best friend – a generous slug of disinfectant. Her chest felt as though it was going to burst as she tried to keep a lid on her churning emotions. Why, oh why, had she agreed to give Suki and her messy friends a cookery lesson?

      ‘Wow, these scones look amazing! Is it okay if we sample our masterpieces, Rosie?’

      ‘Of course. There’s butter in the fridge for the scones.’

      The kitchen filled with the most delicious fragrance of warm caramel as the cookies were removed from the oven and transferred to a wire rack to cool. Rosie made a cafetière of coffee and everyone moved to the terrace to indulge in the products of their labour, laughing and chatting about their life in Ibiza and how different things would be when Suki started touring to promote her album. Rosie relaxed, relieved that the tutorial was over and she had