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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
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  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
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  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
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  40. 38
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  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
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  48. 46
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  50. Epilogue
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. More from Jennifer Bohnet
  53. About the Author
  54. About Boldwood Books

Anouk nodded thoughtfully. ‘D’accord. I too ’ave been thinking about Fabian wanting to move one of us out of our homes. The reasons you want to stay in the auberge are as valid as Fabian’s are for wanting you to move out. We will spend the weekend together and talk it through properly. Mais.’ She looked at Fern with a glint in her eye. ‘We ’ave no need to mention this to Fabian. He is away and we will decide without the pressure. It is for the best. D’accord?’

‘D’accord,’ Fern agreed.

18

When Belinda arrived back at the auberge that evening, she listened as a happy Fern told her about the conversation with Anouk and her weekend plans. ‘I’ll pick her up Saturday morning and by the time she leaves sometime on Tuesday she promises to have made a decision.’

Fern looked at Belinda. ‘I did think about what you said about putting my life on hold, but I think having Anouk here will do the opposite in reality. Life since Laurent died has been lonely and inconsequential. Having someone relying on me will make me do things again. I wish you could meet her before you leave.’

‘From what you’ve told me about Anouk, I think if she does come here, it sounds as though it will benefit you both,’ Belinda replied. ‘Hopefully I’ll be back to help finalise things for the opening of the campsite. I can meet her then.’

‘At least you’ll be able to see your daughter and the twins,’ Fern said.

‘That’s what I’m looking forward to the most,’ Belinda answered. ‘What about your girls? Are you likely to see them over the holiday?’

Fern shook her head. ‘No, sadly. They both have their own busy lives. I expect they’ll be over later in the summer though.’

After supper, Belinda apologised to Fern and went upstairs to finish sorting her things out. Once she’d packed and prepared everything for the morning, she stood in front of the bedroom window, looking out over the dark countryside. An almost full moon was illuminating the fields and owls were tooting in the copse at the far side of the field.

Belinda sighed. She’d felt so at home here in Brittany for the past few weeks, she’d be sad to leave tomorrow. The time here had woken something inside her that had been buried for far too long.