The tyres of Mikes Jeep span momentarily as they bit through the shingle until they found traction on the firmer ground below. Gradually, The Old Chapel began to shrink away in his rear-view as he crawled down the long shingle drive and toward the road.
The whole situation felt like a mess, one that he had no control over, a feeling he hated, and he’d started to regret taking the call from Sue Reed last Friday. That one call had set the wheels in motion and cast him into this situation. If only he"d ignored it or just said a polite thanks but no thanks, but then that never had been his style. He figured that when this was all over, when that might be he didn’t exactly know, but when it was he’d take Tara away somewhere nice. Maybe down to the Canaries, or possibly somewhere a little furth
