Chapter 9

“Thought I was here to push?” I said jokingly as she struggled. I hoped she’d take the hint and ask for help, but she didn’t. I thought it rude to insist.

Anika cooked stuffed peppers for tea then we lit the wood burner—because we could—and sat watching the flames.

“Coffee?” Anika stretched. “I need it before I do some work.”

Work? I’d forgotten about that. “Stay put, I’ll make the drinks.”

“No need.” Anika had already moved. “White with one?”

“Correct.”

She clattered round the kitchen while I reclined, eyes closed. Minutes later she announced the coffee was on the side.

“Thanks.” I hauled myself off the sofa. The kitchen window framed a darkening sky with clouds gathering on the horizon. “Think the weather’s turning. Looks like it might rain.”