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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Acclaim for Cathy Bramley:
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Epilogue
  40. The Thank Yous
  41. Read More
  42. A Patchwork Family

I gave him a stern look. ‘You’re not trying to get out of telling me your ambitions, are you?’

‘No, no,’ he said softly, ‘I’m just trying to look after you.’

Which made me go a bit pinker.

‘I’m happy to talk,’ he went on. ‘I want you to understand why I can’t come back to the vineyard.’

He stood and offered his hand to pull me up. I took it gratefully; my legs felt heavy after all that running up and down and I was ready for a drink. He tucked my hand through his arm and with Starsky pottering beside us we walked slowly back towards the house using the thin line of shadow from the conifers as shade.

He paused when we got to the top of the vineyard and together we turned to admire the view.

It never failed to take my breath away and I glanced at Jensen’s face, unable to believe he wasn’t as in love with this place as I was.

‘If I had the choice, I don’t think I’d ever leave here,’ I said, trying to keep the note of melancholy from my voice.

‘It would certainly be a great place to raise a family,’ he said with a faraway look in his eye.

I followed his gaze and tried to see my future self here, with a child playing alongside me as I tended the vines but I couldn’t; I just couldn’t picture myself as a mother yet. It all seemed so surreal. The thought that I was somehow failing at all this brought a lump to my throat and it took a moment to realize that Jensen was still talking …

‘But despite having reached my self-imposed saddo deadline to meet the one and settle down by thirty-five, I’m single.’ He was single. A flicker of an emotion I wasn’t quite ready to name danced in my stomach.

‘You’re not quite past it yet,’ I said lightly. ‘There’s plenty of time to meet the one.’

He grinned. ‘I hope so. But the upside of that is that I can throw myself one hundred per cent into my career. Within the next five years my goal is to be my own boss.’

‘You’re planning on giving up corporate life?’

He lifted the latch on the wide gate and nodded. Starsky scampered off up the steps and disappeared into the cool of the house. We followed at a more leisurely pace towards my cottage.