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Chapters (56)
  1. A PERFECT CORNISH SUMMER
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. Chapter Forty-Two
  46. Epilogue
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. Nothing is simple, even in paradise. Will love bloom for the residents of the little Cornish Isles?
  49. One summer can change everything …
  50. Christmas has arrived on the Cornish Isles of Scilly, bringing mistletoe, surprises and more than a sprinkle of romance …
  51. Love the Cornish Isles series? Then why not take a trip to the Cornish cafe …
  52. As the seasons change, Dem and Cali’s love story continues …
  53. Wedding bells are ringing on the Cornish coast …
  54. About the Author
  55. Also by Phillipa Ashley
  56. About the Publisher

After that, Ryan left her and Gabe alone. For a short while, they sat in silence. She was out of words. The things she’d just heard were overwhelming, terrible things, lies, deception taking place over many years, but for good reasons. Could she ever begin to forgive Ryan for what he’d contemplated? Would he ever really have allowed her to be scared, robbed and hurt by his mates?

She hoped not. He’d certainly looked close to tears when he’d finally told her the horrible truth. Was it genuine? He said he was a new person. A new version of the same person … Could she trust him? Perhaps it would take a lifetime, perhaps she’d never be able to entirely. People could say sorry all they wanted but only actions would prove it, and even then …

And Gabe had kept it all secret, all these years.

She had no idea how she could ever forgive them, no matter how much she wanted to – or how much she loved them both.

She grabbed some more tissues and wiped her eyes.

Finally, Gabe spoke. ‘After we split up, I was torn. I’d done what I thought was right. Some people in the village hated me for it. Did you know some guy spat in my face outside the court?’

‘No, I didn’t. I was angry with you, but I never wanted you to suffer that kind of abuse.’

‘Now you know why I didn’t tell you. After the trial, I left and got a job in a London hotel and I worked every hour while I tried to bury Porthmellow, Ryan – and you. Yes, I got on in my career, but the bitterness and hurt lingered. At Ryan, at you – and at myself for being torn. All this time, I longed to come home and tell you everything, but I didn’t want you to know the truth about Ryan, and the longer I kept his secret, the harder it was. I never meant us to start up again, but now I know that was hopeless from the moment I saw you at the pub.’

‘So you contacted Ryan to say you were back?’

‘No. I had no idea that Ryan was back in the area. I was as shocked as you when we saw him after the hospital.’

‘I knew it was him!’

‘I wasn’t quite sure, but after that I called him. And when I saw him at the festival, I told him it was time to come clean with you, and he agreed.’

‘I – I’m glad Ryan’s turned things around and I’m grateful for your help but I need to ask this,’ she said, emotion almost choking her words. ‘How will I know you’re not keeping things from me again? How will I know you’re not lying because you think it’s best for me?’

‘I won’t ever do that again. I love you.’