Jane studied the plate of cucumber sandwiches, a little smile tugging at her lips. Cucumber sandwiches. Wasn't that so English? Her stomach rumbled, and she succumbed to her hunger and reached for one of the perfectly cut little pieces.

"Gotcha." Bastian chuckled from somewhere behind her.

She whirled around, a sandwich stuffed in her mouth and guilt heating her cheeks. After swallowing she apologized.

"Sorry, I'm starved." She half turned and picked up the ...