The Chilbury Ladies’ Choir by Jennifer Ryan

Author:Jennifer Ryan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Humorous, Family Life, Fiction, Romance, Historical, Small Town & Rural, General
ISBN: 9780008163723
Publisher: HarperCollins UK
Published: 2017-02-22T16:00:00+00:00

What was he doing here? Was he a spy? How did he get here? Had he parachuted in? Why was he wearing odd clothes? Was he going to kill us all? We’ve been told to keep a lookout for the enemy, but I never imagined I’d actually see one.

Or that he’d be meeting with Alastair.

Straining my ears to listen for Alastair’s reply, I almost retched when I heard German words come out of his mouth, so alien from his normal English tones. I abruptly grasped the full weight of the situation. How little I really knew him.

After a few final enraged words, the man strode off into the wood, thankfully in the opposite direction to me. Alastair stood watching him leave for a minute, and then turned and, to my complete dismay, headed straight toward the place where I was hiding.

I sprang behind the tree and held my breath, pinning my back and arms to the sheltering trunk, listening to the rustle of his footsteps through the undergrowth as they came closer and closer. I didn’t have a clue whether he’d seen me, whether he was heading back out of the wood or coming in my direction to root me out. What would he do to me? I swallowed hard, fighting back a growing panic.

It was when he stopped next to the tree, on the other side of me, that I became certain that he knew I was there. I heard him again quietly treading around the tree, and saw him slowly appear, his finger on his lips. He eased his way around until he was beside me, his back next to mine against the broad trunk, and as we both stood there, his fingers moved over and found my fingers, and interlaced them softly between his. I felt heat surge up through my hand and arm and into my head. What is wrong with me, Angie? I was terrified he’d pull me against him and slit my throat, and yet I longed for him so badly I could hardly breathe.

He did neither. He just turned his head to look at me, and I could see a different look in his eyes, a melancholy I’d never seen in him before.

After a few minutes he broke his gaze, then pulled away and glanced around the side of the tree, and then, just like that, off he went, grasping my hand and pulling me after him, darting through the trees as fast as we could go. I almost stumbled a few times, but the tug of his hand dragged me onward. I was petrified and exhausted. What did he intend to do with me?

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