THURSDAY EQUALLED MY day off, and a chance to spend some girl time with Poppy.
As I hung up on Sean’s third phone call to check on my safety, Poppy turned to me, her eyebrow raised. “Withdrawal symptoms?”
My lips curved. “Of course.”
She turned back to the black skinny jeans in her hand. “Things okay with you and Josh?”
“I suppose ...” I’d already told her by phone about the argument and making up with him. She also knew exactly what I thought of Marianne’s creepy tea brewing. “Until she turned up again, yesterday.”
“She came to the site again?”
I nodded. “She brought him more bog syrup.”
Poppy’s brows lifted. “She made him more tea?”
My head bobbed again. “And she wanted her other flask back.”
“Ha!” Poppy snorted. “Did you fish it out the bushes, then?”
I smiled. “Yep.”
“Did sh
