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Chapters (35)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Acknowledgements
  32. About the Author
  33. ‘The Winter Garden’ Ad
  34. ‘Book and the City’ Ad
  35. Copyright

She ducked out into the rain and headed back towards the pub, banging the wonky gate behind her in her haste. I picked up the cracked flower pot, carried it inside and set it down on the hearthstone before checking the fire. I could hear the radiators were gurgling into life and didn’t think it would be long before I was able to run myself a bath.

Once I was happy with the fire I sat on the sofa, reached for my bag and automatically pulled out my phone.

‘Don’t even go there,’ I sternly told myself as I toyed with the idea of turning it back on.

It really would be better if I didn’t see Dad’s reaction to my defection. My text had been brief, but clear enough.

Hi Dad. In view of the fact that I haven’t been feeling all that well recently, and that Chris has proved himself more than capable of handling things in the office, I’ve decided to take a break. As you may recall, it’s been quite some time since I took a holiday so I’m sure you’ll understand. I’ll keep you posted as to when I plan to come back. Please, don’t worry about me. See you soon. Tess x

I was pretty certain he would be raging like a bear with a sore head by now. I had added the ‘don’t worry’ to remind him to look beyond his temper and try to think of me as his daughter for once instead of his employee. I was rather proud that I hadn’t said sorry for taking off. I had recently found myself all too often apologizing for things I had no reason to be sorry for.

Before I gave in to temptation, I took the phone and my charger and deposited it into one of the drawers under the old pine table which stood in the window.

‘Out of sight,’ I muttered to myself, ‘out of mind.’

Or at least that was what I hoped.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I went to bed early that night completely blissed out after my delicious dinner (courtesy of Sophie’s clever culinary skills), and the longest soak in the tub. I could have stayed in the bath all night, had it not been for fear of turning into a prune. The bed was extremely comfortable and as the storm headed off, I cracked the window open a little so I could fall asleep listening to the sound of the waves as they rolled in and broke on the shore.