Chapters (48)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also available by Katie Fforde
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- 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
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He laughed. ‘I love that analogy! And I do have to tell you that I’ve always been very fond of heavy horses – and old houses in the country.’
‘And of course you could bring any favourite pieces of furniture. I could get rid of some of my stuff. Pass it on to Helena, possibly.’
‘Not your son?’
‘No. Martin wouldn’t want it. He and his wife have quite a different style to mine.’
‘I’ll think about what my favourite bits of furniture are.’ He frowned slightly. ‘I can’t think of anything except the desk that was my father’s.’
‘You wouldn’t want to bring that beautiful fireplace? I’m sure I could find room for it!’
‘I think you’ll find it’s fairly firmly attached to this building.’
‘Oh, shame. I was hoping for an upgrade,’ said Gilly. Then she became serious. ‘But what about the B & B? How will you feel about having to share your home with strangers? It’s not for everyone. Sebastian, my ex-husband, was horrified at the thought and he didn’t have to do it. Martin thinks it’s awful.’
‘I don’t think it will worry me. We could have our own space, after all.’
‘And you don’t have to sell this house. You could rent it. Keep it in case …’ She paused, worrying if she was saying too much. ‘If things didn’t work out.’
‘You know what? I think things will work out.’ He paused in his turn. ‘Shall I tell you when I decided to stop looking for women who might become life partners and only had very casual girlfriends?’
‘If you like …’
‘It was when you became a client.’
‘Oh!’
‘You were in a dreadful state and I knew that I had to bide my time – and it might be a long time – before I could do anything about it, but I fell in love with you the first moment you came into my office.’
Gilly took advantage of the sofa that was just behind her and sat down rather quickly. ‘Really?’
‘Yes. I hope that doesn’t seem stalkerish to you?’
‘It is a bit – surprising.’ She imagined herself as she had been that day, red-nosed, swollen-eyed, unable to think clearly.
‘It surprised me too, I must say,’ said William cheerfully.
‘Well,’ Gilly said after a long pause. ‘I’m glad you decided to do something about it eventually.’
‘Me too. And we mustn’t forget Daphne’s input. Although I did rather resent her interference at the time.’
‘I think we should tell her we’re together,’ said Gilly. ‘Have her to dinner or something.’
‘Mm. I’ve had something a bit more ambitious in mind.’
Gilly felt she should stop being surprised by William, given that at one time she had thought he was just a really nice accountant, but it was difficult.
‘Which is?’
William came and sat beside her. ‘Remember my surprise party?’