The laughter around the clubhouse faded so quickly that it almost felt unnatural. One moment children were running across the yard chasing a football while Diesel barked excitedly behind them and the next very conversation had slowed as a black luxury sedan rolled through the front gates.
I recognised the car immediately and my stomach sank.
“What is he doing here?” I whispered.
Charles Lawson climbed out without looking at anyone else. He wore another expensive suit that probably cost more than every tool in my workshop combined and his polished shoes looked ridiculous on the dusty gravel.
He spotted me standing beside Emma almost instantly and there wasdn’t even the smallest hint of surprise on his face.
It was as though he’d expected to find me here all along.
Emmal quietly pl
