Chapters (56)
- A PERFECT CORNISH SUMMER
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Nothing is simple, even in paradise. Will love bloom for the residents of the little Cornish Isles?
- One summer can change everything …
- Christmas has arrived on the Cornish Isles of Scilly, bringing mistletoe, surprises and more than a sprinkle of romance …
- Love the Cornish Isles series? Then why not take a trip to the Cornish cafe …
- As the seasons change, Dem and Cali’s love story continues …
- Wedding bells are ringing on the Cornish coast …
- About the Author
- Also by Phillipa Ashley
- About the Publisher
‘What’s he done to her? I’ll kill him if he’s done anything. God, why has this happened while I’m in bloody Austria!’
‘Calm down,’ Chloe pleaded. ‘You shouting won’t get us anywhere and it isn’t helping.’
‘Are you driving?’ he asked out of the blue.
‘No, I’m with a friend.’
‘Who?’
‘Does it matter?’ Chloe snapped back, annoyed – she wanted to focus on Hannah.
‘I suppose not … I suppose everyone knows our private business now.’
‘Oh, Fraser, don’t be ridiculous. Everyone back in Surrey knows about Hannah and Jordan – including bloody Antonia. If I want to talk to my friends about my family, I will do.’
Fraser didn’t reply immediately. ‘I’m sorry, I’m worried. I want to know where my daughter and granddaughter are. I can phone Jordan’s father and see if he knows.’
‘If you think it will help but for God’s sake, keep calm.’
‘Yeah.’ The phone clicked off.
Chloe sank back against the headrest. ‘Arghh.’
Drew let her simmer down for a few seconds. ‘Try not to worry,’ he said. ‘Hannah sounds like someone who can take care of herself. If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll be fine. She probably just needs a bit of time to work out how to approach you before she contacts you or her dad.’
‘I hope so … but where on earth can she have gone?’
‘Grandparents?’ he asked.
‘My mum and dad live in Wales. I doubt she’s gone there, but I’ll call them … though it will only make them worry too and my dad’s health isn’t great. Fraser’s parents are dead, unfortunately.’
She toyed with her phone, uncertain whether to alarm her elderly parents. ‘I think I’ll give it more time. Mum would have let me know anyway if Hannah had turned up …’ That was one avenue closed, Chloe decided. ‘There are a couple of her friends from uni and school who I could Facebook message. I don’t want to resort to it, but I’m getting desperate.’
Chloe was still dallying with the idea while hoping and praying for a call from Hannah herself, when they were a few miles from home. She was ever aware that tomorrow was the day before the festival. Hannah and Ruby were her number one priority, and she’d hoped that she would at least know they were OK, so she could help out with the preparations. Poor Sam having to manage without her deputy at such a crucial moment.
Porthmellow appeared on the road signs when her phone went again and Sam’s name flashed up on the screen.
‘Hi Chloe.’
‘Sam. Is everything OK?’
‘Fine, but I have some news for you about Hannah.’
‘What?’ Chloe cried out, causing Drew to glance at her in alarm.
‘Don’t worry. She’s absolutely fine.’
‘How do you know? Where is she?’