Chapters (79)
- COVER
- About the Author
- Also by Jo Thomas
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- RECIPES
- Lavender shortbread
- Apricot jam sponge cake
- Lavender lamb
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- Prologue
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
‘Thank you so much! I can’t think of anything I wanted more!’ And then a thought strikes me. ‘May I meet your friend? I’d like to ask him how to plant and care for them.’
‘His name’s Serge. Of course I’ll take you to see him,’ says Fabien.
Our friendship may be getting back on its feet. This was Fabien’s idea. He wants to help me stay. He wants to help me work with Henri. I feel a huge wave of relief wash over me. I smile at him, and he smiles back.
‘De rien,’ he says, with a hint of regret. It’s clearly his way of saying sorry. I’m so grateful for it. I hated the thought of having to avoid him, knowing he was in town, looking out for him. It’s going to be fine, I think.
Tomas tugs at his hand and pulls him away to play on the grass in front of the field. Stephanie lingers in the background. ‘Come and join us!’ I say.
‘I will just make more coffee,’ she says, and I feel a little bubble of pride at how quickly she’s learning.
Carine and I watch Fabien as he plays tag with Tomas – and Ralph, who is running around barking.
‘How long have you and Fabien been together?’ I ask.
Carine lets out a long laugh, and blows cigarette smoke into the blue sky.
‘Me and Fabien? We’re not together. We’re just friends.’ She takes another drag. ‘We were together as teenagers but it didn’t last. We have very different ideas about what we want from a relationship, from the future. We are much better suited as good friends,’ she tells me.
I let the information sink in. They’re not together. I cringe as I think about him asking me to lunch and me turning him down. He was just being friendly. And then he thought I’d agreed to lunch with Henri. No wonder he gave me that look. A look that said, ‘You turned me down but then went to lunch with Henri.’ No wonder he thinks Henri and I may have something between us.
At that moment he catches my eye. My stomach does a full somersault. I look down at the lavender and breathe it in, distracting myself from his look. I focus on the lavender and the calm it brings, imagining its taste on my tongue.
‘I prefer to be organized. Everything in its place. Enjoying the moment. We were looking for different things, and Fabien is still looking.’