I give her a quick smile, waiting for her to move off before I turn my gaze to the woods. The figure still stands there, watching me, and a ripple of unease snakes up my back. It’s the same person, I think for a moment, the same person who was watching the house. Isn’t it? With a quick glance towards the hotel, where warm light spills out of the windows and I can make out the shadows of people dancing and drinking, I take a deep breath and turn back towards the trees, fully intending on finding out who is there and what they want from me, even though I feel as if my knees are quaking like some cartoon character. But as I step forward, the grass soft under my feet, I find there is no one there. But there was. I am sure of it. A dark silhouette watching me walk across the garden with Sadie. I rest a hand on my chest in an attempt to stop my heart from racing. Someone was definitely watching me, the only question is, who?

Chapter Twelve

Rupert watches from his comfortable position sprawled across their huge king-sized bed in their ocean view bedroom, complete with balcony, as Emily gets ready for dinner. They are on their honeymoon in an exquisite hotel in Hastings, Barbados, still another two weeks of bliss ahead of them. Rupert isn’t too sure how he feels about the hotel, despite the luxury they are surrounded by. He had left the honeymoon decision up to Emily and had been partly horrified when she had announced that Coconut Court was her first choice. He’d tried to dissuade her at first, but she had been adamant that she wanted to stay here – that she’d heard only good things, and she was only planning on ever having one honeymoon, and besides, she had already booked it. He couldn’t find it in himself to tell her that he and Caro had honeymooned on the island, albeit at a different hotel. That he had proposed to Caro on a beach not five miles away from where she was suggesting they spend their honeymoon. Sadie had told him he was mad when he mentioned it.

‘Bloody hell, Rupert… are you sure about this?’ Sadie had looked at him in horror, then at the confirmation email on the screen of his phone. ‘What if Emily finds out you went to Barbados with Caro? That you bloody proposed to Caro there!’

‘She won’t… not if you don’t tell her. Please, don’t tell her, Sadie. She’s got her heart set on it, and I don’t want to disappoint her.’

‘She’ll be more than disappointed if she ever finds out the truth.’ Sadie shoved the phone back in his direction, and he fumbled, almost dropping it. ‘You’d better hope that someone doesn’t let it slip.’