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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

The next morning at work, she made sure everything on her to-do list was as up to date as she could make it, and the booking page on the website was properly loaded and working. She hoped that Maria was as computer-literate as she said and would soon get the hang of things. If not, Belinda could only hope that Alain would be more helpful to Maria than he had been with her. Afterwards, she wandered around outside for a while, taking some photos on her phone to show everyone back home. So much had changed in such a short time and the place was really starting to look good. She even managed to snap an unsuspecting Alain as he chainsawed some branches into logs. Putting her phone away, she headed over to him and waited until he saw her and silenced the chainsaw.

‘I’ll be off in about ten minutes,’ Belinda said. ‘I’ll leave my keys in the office desk drawer. Hopefully I’ll see you at the end of the month.’

‘Okay. ’Ave a safe journey. See you when you get back,’ and Alain opened up the chainsaw again, making further conversation impossible.

Once BB was settled in his travelling cushion in the back of the car, Belinda started the engine and drove away. Driving slowly down the potholed lane, she remembered that first day when she’d driven equally slowly in the opposite direction, not wanting to be there, her mind full of unhappy memories. This time, though, it was a feeling of not wanting to leave that kept her speed down in an effort not to reach the end and turn onto the road and make for the ferry at Roscoff. She was surprised to realise that she’d made a number of happy memories during the last few weeks. New memories that were slowly replacing old sad ones.

19

The first morning back in her flat at the top of the Riverside hotel, Belinda struggled to remember where she was when the alarm went off and woke her. She lay there for a few minutes listening to the early-morning sounds of people and traffic down on the quayside. Sounds that felt alien to her after the silence of the Brittany countryside for the past few weeks.