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
- READ MORE
- Prologue
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
Stephanie stays at home to start cleaning the rooms. I hope we’ve moved on from the flare-up. I know now that Fabien has no intentions towards her and I think the situation will pass. All she really cares about is that she can trust me, which means I must keep my promise to her. Nothing can happen between Fabien and me. A knot twists in my stomach and in my heart. But that’s how it has to be. Right now, Stephanie’s faith in human nature must be restored, for Tomas’s sake as well as hers. It’s his future too. And that’s why I have to do what I’m about to do.
We walk through the backstreets, the way Stephanie has shown me, a short-cut after the riverside clearing, making the journey much quicker to the brocante. With every step my heart is beating harder, and I wonder if Lou and Rhi can hear it. It would appear not, as they exclaim at the cream and peach walls, the red and orange terracotta roofs.
I slow as we head towards the brocante. I have no idea what to say to Fabien. We both know it was far from ‘a silly kiss’, but I have made a promise and I need to stick to it.
We walk into the courtyard through the big wrought-iron gates. I see him straight away and he rushes towards me.
‘Del,’ he says, then stops, seeing Lou and Rhi right behind me.
‘Fabien,’ I say, my voice cracking. ‘These are friends of mine from back home.’
‘Friends of Ollie and Del,’ says Rhi, pushing past me eagerly to shake Fabien’s hand.
‘Ollie,’ Fabien repeats.
‘Her husband,’ confirms Rhi, not letting go of Fabien’s hand, until Lou elbows her out of the way.
‘Out of the three of us, she’s the only one who’s married and she seems to have forgotten where she left him!’ She laughs, a little too high-pitched.
‘Her husband,’ Fabien repeats, and my cheeks burn. He knows Ollie and I have split up. What he doesn’t know is that I can’t look at him without wanting to wrap my body around his.
‘Mine left me, with two small children, twenty years ago,’ says Rhi, who was a teenage mum, a bit like Stephanie.
‘Mine died at the gym, trying to get fitter,’ says Lou, drily.