Coming Home to Ottercombe Bay: The laugh out loud romantic comedy of the year

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Once outside Daisy put down the box and picked up the board that had covered part of the door.

‘Here, let me,’ said Max taking it from her. She passed him the biggest hammer from the toolbox and with a few swift knocks the board was back in place whilst she tried to ignore the sight of his muscular forearm.

‘Arm’s all right now then?’ asked Daisy with a smirk, noting how easily he hammered it back in place.

‘It was the other arm,’ said Max, returning the sneer.

‘Thanks for helping …’ Daisy paused. Max seemed to have grown up to be an okay sort of person despite her previous impression. ‘Let me buy you a pint.’

‘So I don’t put in a claim via a personal injury lawyer?’ said Max, looking serious.

Daisy’s eyebrows knitted together. ‘You’d better be joking.’

‘I am. Come on, I’m dying for a pint.’ Max bent down, put the box with the railway items under his arm, picked up the toolbox and headed off across the platform. Daisy wasn’t keen on being dictated to but she was intrigued by Max and right now he was walking off with her stuff so she pulled herself together and followed.