CHAPTER 28
THAT WAS WHAT Coco said, but it wasn’t what she did.
The following Wednesday morning, Rhys woke up groggy. The sun was shining right in his face because he’d forgotten to close the curtains, and his limbs felt too heavy to drag out of bed so he could fix the problem. Why was his head full of cotton wool? He’d only drunk one glass of wine last night—he shouldn’t have a hangover.
“Coco, you awake?”
No answer. And the bed felt strangely cold. He rolled over and found the other side empty, but the door to the en-suite bathroom was open. Was she downstairs? Rhys stilled to listen, but the cottage was silent apart from his breathing. Maybe she’d gone to see the horses? She’d taken to walking Cappy the pony like a big fluffy dog.
Then the hammering started.
“What on earth…?”
Rhy
