“Next to Belfast Lough, and just a stone’s throw away from where the Titanic had cast off her moorings, this area was highly sought after. He’d been surprised, after he’d followed the sat-nav here previously to collect the cake, to find a junior doctor could afford such luxury. ‘We’re here,’ he announced, pulling on the car’s handbrake. Gabrielle remained slumped in the passenger seat next to him, staring out through the rain-splattered window. ‘What about my chicken?’ a small voice ...piped up from the back seat. Henri saw Bastien in the rearview mirror with his arms folded and lips pursed, ready for a full-on tantrum. ‘Don’t worry. We’re just here to thank the lady for making your cake and drop off her dish—then we’ll get a bucket of secret chicken as soon as we’re finished.’ Their ‘secret’ chicken had nothing to do with a recipe and everything to do with not telling Angelique.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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