Reunited at the Altar by Kate Hardy

Author:Kate Hardy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-04-06T16:54:50+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

ABIGAIL THREW HERSELF into work to keep herself occupied and stop herself checking her phone constantly during the day. Brad didn’t text to let her know he’d got back to London safely; then again, she thought, he was probably doing pretty much the same thing as she was. Plus he’d been away from the lab for longer than she’d been away from the café, even if he had been in touch with his team by phone. He’d be too busy to think about anything else but his job.

She finally picked up a text from him that evening, just as she finished locking the café behind her.

Hope you’ve had a good day. Can I video-call you later?

So was this it? Had he had time to think about it and change his mind? If so, at least he was going to tell her sort of face to face.

Sure. What time?

She didn’t get an answer until she was back at her cottage.

Let me know when’s a good time.

So the ball was in her court. I’m home now.

To her surprise, a few seconds later, her phone buzzed with a video call.

‘Hey.’

She narrowed her eyes as she noticed the background. Unless Brad had turned his home into a lab... ‘Are you still at work?’

‘Um, yes,’ he admitted.

‘Brad, it’s gone eight o’clock.’

‘I know, I know. But I started late.’ He smiled at her. ‘How was your day?’

‘Busy but good. Yours?’

‘The same. I’m calling in a few favours, and I’m taking ten days off from next Monday evening.’

So he really meant it. He was actually coming back to Great Crowmell, to spend time with her and see whether they still had something between them. And she was shocked to realise how relieved that made her feel. ‘OK,’ she said, hoping that both her voice and expression were light and cheerful and didn’t betray her feelings too much.

‘I’d better let you get on,’ he said.

Which was Brad-speak for I’m busy but I don’t want to be rude to you, she remembered. ‘Don’t spend all night in the lab.’

To Abigail’s surprise, Brad contacted her every day during the week; sometimes it was just a brief text, sometimes it was a phone call, and sometimes it was a video call. But every day she knew he was thinking about her, and that made her feel good.

On Thursday morning, a parcel arrived for her at the café. She opened it to discover a paperweight in the shape of an ice cream, together with a message in Brad’s neat handwriting.

Just wanted you to know I’m thinking of you.

She knew he’d be busy in the lab, so she didn’t want to disturb him with a phone call; instead she texted him a picture of the paperweight on her desk, so he could pick up the message at a time to suit him.

Thank you. It’s brilliant. And very useful.

And what was sauce for the goose...

She wasn’t set up to do mail order cakes, but she knew a good local supplier. And they’d just released a new flavour of sponge cake: sticky toffee pudding.

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