CHAPTER 20 | Holly
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I wake up after seven and it looks like Beau’s long gone. The coffee machine’s cold and the truck’s already parked up by the stables. If I look through the living room’s picture window, I can easily spot it.
Not that I was looking necessarily.
I’m fiddling with the coffee machine when I hear someone drive up and park outside the cottage. Briefly, I think Beau might’ve returned, but then I hear heavy boots galloping up the steps and grin. Ellie. Has to be.
“Hello?” she shouts. “Anybody home?”
“Hey!” I stick my head around the corner and wave. “C’mon in. You want any coffee?”
“Nah.” Ellie eases through the door, looking from side to side. She’s dressed for the day in fawn-colored breeches and a gorgeous pair of cognac riding boots. Her huge purse hangs off
