Chapters (39)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Sarah Morgan
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter 1Milly
- Chapter 2Nicole
- Chapter 3Milly
- Chapter 4Connie
- Chapter 5Milly
- Chapter 6Nicole
- Chapter 7Milly
- Chapter 8Connie
- Chapter 9Nicole
- Chapter 10Milly
- Chapter 11Connie
- Chapter 12Milly
- Chapter 13Nicole
- Chapter 14Milly
- Chapter 15Zoe
- Chapter 16Milly
- Chapter 17Nicole
- Chapter 18Milly
- Chapter 19Nicole
- Chapter 20Milly
- Chapter 21Zoe
- Chapter 22Connie
- Chapter 23Nicole
- Chapter 24Milly
- Chapter 25Nicole
- Chapter 26Milly
- Chapter 27Nicole
- Chapter 28Milly
- Chapter 29Milly
- Acknowledgments
- Extract
- Chapter 1Becky
- Read yourself happy with
- About the Publisher
“Do you think we fooled them?”
“Maybe, or maybe they were just too polite to argue with me. But it got rid of them.” He shook his head and continued up the path. “I assume from your resigned expression this happens a lot.”
“Yes. But it doesn’t usually make me laugh like that.”
“We should be grateful.”
“For what?”
“That they didn’t arrive five minutes earlier and see you with chocolate smeared around your mouth. Now, shift yourself, Wend, or we won’t make it to the top before dark.”
It took another couple of hours to make it to the top, but it turned out to be worth every breathless stride.
She had a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view across mountaintops and valleys, lakes and streams.
“My niece always says that coming up here is like a geography lesson. Hanging valley, glacial spur,” he said and gestured and then handed her more chocolate from the backpack. “Here— you’ve earned it.”
“This is fantastic.” She settled herself on a large rock and gazed at the view. It seemed to stretch forever. “Thank you. It has been the best day ever.”
“You’re welcome.” He ate another piece of chocolate himself. “I’ve done most of the talking. Tell me a little about you. I don’t mean the movie stuff, I mean other things. Do you have family? I never see your family mentioned.”
She kept her eyes on the view. “I prefer to keep that part of my life away from the public eye.”
“Understandable. Are your parents alive?”
“My dad died when I was two, so I have no memory of him at all. My mother . . . We’re not in touch. She doesn’t like me. And now you’re going to say all the usual things about how you’re sure that isn’t true et cetera, so let me save you the bother. She really doesn’t like me. It’s not a feeling, it’s a fact.”
There was a long silence. “So no family, then.”
“Milly is my family. She has always been my family.”
He nodded. “You’re lucky, both of you, having a friendship like that.”
She almost told him then. She almost told him how she’d messed it up, and how she woke up in the night sweating in case Milly somehow found out about the stuff she hadn’t told her, and how she was terrified that if she found out it would be the end of their friendship and Nicole would lose the only relationship that had ever really mattered to her.
But she didn’t tell him, partly because there were some things you kept to yourself, and this was definitely one of those, and partly because today had been the most perfect day she’d had in as long as she could remember, and she didn’t want to taint it by worrying what might be coming down the line.