An Accent Amour romance by Carol MacLean.
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We’ll be safe here, was Meg’s first thought on seeing the thatched cottage. It lay at the end of a short lane, with the fields behind it patchwork perfect and a woodland copse on the gentle slope beyond. She was dusty and tired after the long drive from north London and the gleaming white walls of her new home looked clean and fresh, promising a new start for both of them.
She turned back to her Ford Fiesta which she’d parked badly across the lane. Still, it was a dead end apart from a rusted gate into a field, so no one was going to walk past. Inside the car, Katie slept, her head at an angle and a smear of chocolate on her mouth. Meg struggled to lift her. At three, Katie was already getting too heavy for her to carry. The little girl didn’t wake but somehow she managed to turn the key in the lock of the cottage door and get inside, where she laid her daughter on a couch in the room on the left. Then she explored, taking her time, enjoying the sensation of doing things at her own pace with no one else to command her.
The cottage was in good condition and had recently been painted, Meg noted with relief. The last thing she wanted was to have to decorate her new home. She was happy to simply move her few pieces of furniture in and start living here. The house had an air of peacefulness which welcomed her. Outside, there was birdsong and bright, late summer sunshine, trickling in through a window that had been left open to freshen the room. Meg grinned. In London no windows were ever left open if the house was empty. But here in rural Devon, it was all right. That cheered her. The last of her doubts dissolved and she felt herself relax. She’d done the right thing.