Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Epilogue
- Keep Reading …
- PROLOGUE
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
‘It’s okay. I know there’s talk about us, but that suits him fine. He likes to keep the fact that he’s actually gay from the village gossips. We don’t have much of an LGBT community in Kinlochardaich.’
In Ben’s world, LGBT was a military acronym for Laser-Guided Bomb Target. But he got the general idea, and nodded sagely as Grace went on: ‘You have to work hard to preserve your privacy in this place, you know? They’re all watching every move you make from behind their net curtains. As for me, I’m a single girl, if that’s what you were trying to find out.’
‘I wasn’t.’
She smiled. ‘Your driving licence says you live in France.’ Changing the subject.
‘Normandy.’
‘What do you do there?’
‘I’m in education.’
‘Teacher?’
‘Of a sort.’
‘Before that, were you in the army with Boonzie?’
‘He told you he was in the army?’ Ben was amazed. Boonzie never talked about his military past.
‘And about growing tomatoes in Italy. People tell me things. I don’t know why. Just got that kind of face, I suppose.’
‘I didn’t tell you that about myself.’
‘No, but I kind of sussed it out. Not just from the fact that I saw you take down two notorious local hard cases without breaking a sweat or even hitting anyone. It’s the way you talk, the way your mind works. You kind of have the look, too, although I imagine your hair would’ve been a bit shorter back then. How long has it been?’
‘My hair?’
She tutted. ‘No, silly. How long since you left the army to go and live in France?’
‘Your powers of observation do you credit. You should be a detective sergeant, at least.’
‘Working on it,’ she said. ‘So am I right?’
Ben said, ‘I’ve been out for a while.’
‘And that’s where you met Boonzie, in the army?’
‘He’d already been there for ever when I joined. We served together, but only for a short time before he quit. He trained me. Taught me. He was my mentor, and later my friend. He’s one of the best people I’ve ever known.’
‘I admire that you came all this way for him. We should all have friends as loyal. Someone who’d drop everything to look out for us, whatever it takes.’
Ben wasn’t sure if she was being sincere, or circuitously trying to fish for what his intentions might be. ‘I meant what I said about not leaving here until I discover what’s happened to him. Nobody’s going to stand in the way of that.’