Chapter Six
“How are things in the countryside?” Eve asked.
“Green,” Tamsin said. “And spacious.” To her sister, her move away from London had been rather abrupt. “Bramble loves it.”
“How about you?” They sat on Eve’s tiny balcony—if you could even call it that, enjoying what they could make out of the sunset in between the high-rise buildings.
“I’m getting used to it. The club’s nice.” Tamsin sipped from her gin and tonic. Eve always used Hendrick’s gin and topped it off with an elaborately carved slice of cucumber. “I’ve given some lessons already. Darren, the old pro, will be retiring soon. It’s all looking pretty good.”
“Not much chance for love in a village like that, though.” Eve and her husband James had helped move Tamsin’s belongings from her tiny flat in Croydon, on the outs
