Back A French Affair
Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
  45. 43
  46. 44
  47. 45
  48. 46
  49. 47
  50. Epilogue
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. More from Jennifer Bohnet
  53. About the Author
  54. About Boldwood Books

Making her way downstairs, Belinda glanced in the small sitting room, which was cosy and inviting now the clean loose covers were in place on the settee and the armchairs grouped around a coffee table in front of the clean log burner.

Her mobile buzzed. Nigel. Just the person she wanted to talk to.

‘Hi. Thanks for the delivery. Planning to move into the house this week. Everything all right your end?’ she asked, but Nigel’s words drove everything she needed to say out of her mind.

‘Need to give you the heads-up about a change of plan,’ Nigel said. ‘Reckon you can finish getting things ready for Easter over there in the next few days and come back here a week early?’

‘Honestly? There’s still so much to organise – staff to find, the café to organise, the cabins to refurnish, the small shop has to be stocked. And I haven’t sourced any pods yet. Why?’

‘I might need you to stay back here for a bit after Easter. Maybe indefinitely. Alain’s going to have to cope on his own. Molly’s not well.’ Nigel’s voice was gruff. ‘Got to have an operation before Easter and then several weeks convalescence.’

Belinda took a deep breath. ‘Oh, poor Molly. Okay. I’ll work on getting the site ticking over for camper vans and tents but put everything else on hold until later in the season. I doubt there will be much business around before June anyway. Give my love to Molly.’

Belinda made her way back to the office, deep in thought and worrying about Molly. Whatever was wrong with her Belinda prayed it was nothing too serious. A flash of disappointment that she was having to leave early surprised her. She’d got so used to living in Brittany and working at the campsite that it would be an unexpected wrench leaving. Alain was nowhere to be seen and she guessed that he was out on the site checking on the workers. She sat down at the desk, opened her laptop and started to make notes about the jobs that had suddenly become urgent. Finding staff was definitely top of the list. Half an hour later, when Alain appeared, she had a plan of action in place.