Poison Orchids by Denzil Sarah A. & Taylor Anni

Author:Denzil, Sarah A. & Taylor, Anni [Denzil, Sarah A. & Taylor, Anni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery, Suspense, Crime, Adult, Contemporary
Amazon: B07RQ1BD3Q
Goodreads: 55508465
Published: 2019-05-13T07:00:00+00:00

24

Hayley

Hayley pulled the oilskin coat closer to her throat and glanced sideways at Tate. He appeared unconcerned by the downpour, moving as slowly and gracefully as always under the protection of a golf umbrella. He made her feel ashamed of the way she looked, slobbing around in cheap high-street dresses while Tate gave the impression that all his clothes were tailored just for him.

The change in the weather had been sudden, and yet the farm remained as oppressive as ever. The scorching hot sun had been transformed into a blanket of rain that made the place seem smaller. Hayley had been feeling claustrophobic all morning.

“We may need to get you a towel,” Tate said as they stepped into the farmhouse. “Perhaps it's best to dry off upstairs before we head to the lab.” He placed the umbrella in a rack by the door.

She couldn't reply because her throat was so dry. Going upstairs with Tate had been a fantasy of Hayley's since she’d first met him, though she had worried it came across as childish and silly, a girl with a crush on a film star. This is how movies begin, isn't it? A gorgeous, elusive man, torrential rain, an isolated mansion. She had to focus. Not let herself get carried away with the fantasy of it all. And yet her mind was never far away from the moment in the orchid greenhouse where she’d felt a spark between them both.

As Tate hung his coat on a rack near the door, Hayley followed suit, before letting him lead her up the stairs to the same room she had been in with Gemma. The room where Tate had let them know that Ellie was going home to Portugal after her fall at Katherine Gorge.

“The wet season has started,” Tate said as they walked slowly up the stairs. “Sometimes it rains so hard here that the roads flood and cause chaos. It makes deliveries quite troublesome. In fact, it makes leaving the farm at all very difficult.”

“Will it rain constantly now?” Hayley didn't mind not leaving the farm for a while. The place felt like home now. It felt safe.

“No.” Tate opened the door into the upstairs room and strode across the lounge area. “It comes and goes. It's unpredictable. I'm not a fan of the unpredictable. Would you care to take a seat while I fetch you a towel for your hair?”

“Thank you.”

Hayley chose the same chair she had sat in the day before and relaxed into it, feeling slightly guilty about her wet clothes against the expensive fabric. She closed her eyes and thought about Ellie for a moment. It was such a shame about her accident.

She'd dreamt about Ellie last night. It was strange. In her dream, Ellie was talking to her in Portuguese. Hayley had been holding a bloodied shirt wrapped around Ellie's arm. Dreams always exaggerated real life, didn't they? Then Ellie had said something about the night and Hayley had woken up.

“How's this?” Tate handed Hayley a soft blue towel.

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