Chapter Eighteen
It was midnight before the plane had landed and it had taken another hour and a half to get back home. The garden was finished. And it was perfect. She knew it would be. Even though it was dark, there was an iridescent beauty to what David had created. It was an understated extension of David’s personality. It was peaceful and perfect and called to her just as fiercely as its creator.
The space where the caravan had occupied was now vacant. Empty in more ways than just the obvious physical absence of the van. Logically she knew David wouldn’t be here. After all, she’d been away for a week now and the contract period was over.
Who was she kidding? Contract be damned. He’d made it more than clear she’d messed things up between them. She’d taken them to a place from where
