Chapter Twenty-SevenThe next morning was Saturday. Molly lay in bed, which was unusual for her since normally the instant she awoke she zoomed straight to the kitchen to make coffee. But instead she rolled over under a light quilt thinking about yesterday in the woods with Ben, and the cozy lunch they had after. About Valerie and Oscar, about Constance and her broken heart, about the little boy whose mother was so protective…all the threads that wove together to make her recent days in Castillac.
Upstairs she could hear Wesley Addison moving around, and she knew she’d better get up if she wanted to dodge a lengthy exegesis of her Boston accent. The cottage was still empty, and the De Groots staying in the pigeonnier had rarely been seen. As far as Molly could tell, they ventured out for w
