Chapter Twenty-Six
Tamsin shook her head and a hundred rain drops fell to the floor. She’d been caught in a downpour with Bramble and her next urgent task was to dry off the dog before she tracked mud throughout the cottage. She was busy performing that arduous task when she heard a car door slam. Her heart leapt. Diane.
She gave Bramble’s paws a quick inspection and patted the dog on the head. “That’ll have to do, girl. My lady has arrived.” Her lips curved into a smile as she rushed to the front door to let Diane in—Bramble hot on her heels.
Diane looked scrumptious as ever, better even, according to Tamsin, because she’d gone light on the makeup, and her hair was a little less sculpted than usual.
Tamsin waited until Diane was safely inside before drawing her into a hug. Diane stood
