The cruise had finished a lot earlier than expected. Cian suspected it was the 'tea-totaller' organiser who had refused to allow the staff to partake of the bar that had been the main problem, and he had had to turn his head a few times when he saw Sylvia being begged to slip a little something into the tea of a few of the department heads he knew were always a good time on a trip like this. Normally they would have all been swimming and exploring the cove by this time, or simply sunning themselves on the top deck, after knocking back a few wines and rounding out the afternoon with cocktails on the return journey, making it into dock right on dusk.

But instead he was walking back up to his cabin by two o'clock, carrying a basket full of fresh baked bread, danishes, and muffins that were left over from the cruise. He was whistling lightly, and happily so. Especially as he'd spied that in the distance, Rhiannon's car was still out the front of the cabin, when he'd brought the boat back to the dock. He couldn't help but grin, his pace quickening a little. When he rounded the slight bend in the path that lead around the cabin he saw her sitting out on the front steps and his smile widened.

"Hey sleepyhead," he said, taking the steps to where she was sitting in a single stride and turning to sit down next to her. He leaned in, a finger under her chin and kissed her, the taste of coffee strong on her lips.