What a load of utter bollocks.
Duncan was right: he hadn’t taken it well. He didn’t seem to think it a sensible decision at all. And guess what? It hadn’t taken me long to agree.
Now, in the chilly church hall, with Duncan beside me, I felt frozen in place.
I got scared. I regretted it. I missed you.
Why couldn’t I admit all that?
“I didn’t know you were here,” Duncan said into the awkward silence. “When I offered my help to Rose. I thought you’d gone back to London after the funeral.” A flash of something like pain darted across his face. “I just thought this would be something to do over the Christmas season. Something that could be… fun. While I settled back at the farm.”
“So you’re back for good?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
I wondered at fate, bringing us both back to this sleepy corner of the West Country at the same time.