Chapter 7

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.