The apples were reddening in the orchard, the dogs panted on the lawn, insects hummed in the Michaelmas daisies. You were in full flood with Fen. “He always gets anything or anyone he wants. Any minute she expected an enraged Rupert to appear and drag her back to the torture chamber.
”“How’s Macaulay?”Jake’s face softened. “Walls aren’t the same as banks. One must draw the line somewhere. On the hill she could see the gleaming armadillo of parked cars and the caravan village.
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