Mrs May's Tea and Toast by Tamara Martin

Author:Tamara Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC044000, FIC027020, FIC027110, FIC030000
Publisher: The Henry Mayberry Group
Published: 2017-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

We’d turned off the highway and been driving down a wide, tree-lined road that appeared to lead to nowhere for almost half an hour. I hadn’t seen any houses for a while. Either there weren’t any or they were buried so far back behind the trees, away from the road and prying eyes there was no way to see them. I should be very concerned about where Christian was taking me, I thought.

We seemed to have been driving for an age. I had no idea it’d take this long. I was just as concerned about the long drive home and thought we probably should have made arrangements to stay somewhere, to have Jo open the café. The way Christian’s jaw locked and his eyes went the darkest green as he turned the Audi off the road to nowhere, there was no way I was going to even speak until he was ready.

He drove through a pair of very grand, intricate white gates that had been opened wide to reveal acres of perfectly manicured green grass. He followed the curving drive, the house getting bigger and bigger the closer we got and Christian’s face became tenser and harder.

The front of the big white house was swathed in blue from the mass of hyacinths. We kept going down the drive, past the side of the house where the drive was edged with strawberries, followed the curve almost to the back where Christian stopped the car with a jolt between a shiny black Range Rover Evoque and a cute blue Volvo hatch, near ripping the door off its hinges when he opened it, clearly wanting to be anywhere else.

We got out and he stood a minute, taking it in, sucking in a deep breath. He took my hand and then we followed the gravel drive up to the back of the house, Christian gripping my hand as though it were all that was keeping him upright.

To my left was an enormous resort style swimming pool, complete with a Bali hut in the far corner and enormous frangipani trees providing shade over some of the pool lounges that went the whole way round the pool.

Next to the pool was a grass tennis court, the net absent but the court perfectly manicured and marked out, an umpire’s tower stood tall in the centre and floodlights stretched up in the corners.

Beyond the tennis court was a beautiful grassed area just waiting for children to run and play, surrounded by more frangipani trees and flowering shrubs dividing one space from another hidden from view, only an arched walkway nestled in the middle indicating there was more.

Where was I? Who were these people? This couldn’t possibly be a home. It was like a resort. Who lived like this? Even with all Mrs May had left me, this kind of wealth was incomprehensible. All the properties we had passed now made sense, the trees, their seclusion, they were all homes like this.

A large deck was on the right. The big doors pulled wide joining the deck with the family room inside.

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