The sun was still warm, but there was a gentle breeze blowing. Having headed for the kitchens and found them empty apart from gently bubbling pans on the range, Sebastian headed outside. The garden was looking magnificent and he couldn’t help the frisson of pride that shivered down his spine. Coulson and Blackstone were still nowhere to be found, so he headed for the huge shed at the side of the house where all the implements were kept, along with seeds and all manner of things apparently important for the budding horticulturalist. Blackstone had a couple of ancient chairs set up in there. They were probably tidying up the last of the implements. He poked his head around the door and froze.
In the soft light spilling into the room from the window stood Coulson and Blackstone. They faced e
