Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Five Years Later
- 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
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Sheila Bugler
‘I’ve been under a huge amount of pressure,’ he said. ‘And something snapped yesterday when you walked out on me. I was so angry, I couldn’t think straight. I knew I didn’t want another row, but I knew the mood I was in that’s what would happen. So I packed my bag and asked Felicity to drive me to London.’
‘You switched your phone off,’ Clodagh said. ‘I had no idea where you were. Don’t you think I’ve been through enough this last week without spending a night worrying about you? It was such a selfish thing to do, Adam.’
‘I know. It was appalling and I’m so sorry. You got my messages today, didn’t you?’
She’d been so angry she’d switched her phone off soon after breakfast. When she’d switched it back on after she’d left Ivan, she’d had ten new text messages and eight new voice messages. All from Adam.
‘A load of messages doesn’t make everything okay,’ she said.
‘I know. Let me make it up to you? I picked up some food at Borough Market earlier. I’m hoping you’ll let me cook dinner and we can have a proper chat. I know it was difficult at the weekend with Jake and Felicity. I’m sorry about that too. You were completely right. I should have cancelled them. I wasn’t thinking.’
He sounded sincere and Clodagh decided it was easier to let it go instead of forcing another argument. She was willing to accept that he’d acted out of character and he wouldn’t pull a stunt like that again.
‘Let’s both agree to put yesterday behind us,’ she said.
‘Oh, thank goodness.’ He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. ‘You’ve no idea how pleased I am to hear that. Now tell me, how was your day? Where have you been this afternoon?’
‘I went to see Ivan.’
‘He’s back then?’ Adam stepped back and looked down at her. ‘Where’s he been hiding all this time then?’
‘Visiting friends apparently,’ Clodagh said. Then, not wanting to talk about Ivan, ‘You look tired, Adam. Why don’t you let me cook for a change?’
‘You know it’s easier when I do it. Remember the pesto you tried to make?’
Two months ago and he was still talking about it, she thought with a stab of irritation. She’d attempted to make homemade pesto sauce and completely forgotten to add the basil, one of the key ingredients.
‘Fine, then,’ she said, too tired to argue any further. ‘You cook. But first you need to tell me the truth about Robbie.’
‘I know.’
‘Why did he step down from the foundation?’