She and Cam had spent the day doing the last follow-ups from crutching and getting crossbreeds ready for market. She’d been on edge, watching his every move, trying not to be too obvious. Finally, he’d finished and gone for the weekend. Now she was at the Gatehouse alone and unable to relax. One minute she was wondering about Cam, was he just a sloppy worker who managed to lay blame elsewhere for his mistakes, or was there more to him than that? The next she was thinking of Adam. His grandfather’s funeral must be over by now. Would he come back to see her or would he return to New Zealand? She drifted from room to room in the Gatehouse. The walls glowed pink from the rays of the setting sun. There were no guests booked for the weekend but she’d put an ad in the local paper this week so she had to be organised just in case. She had her menu sorted and she planned to shop for the remaining ingredients in the morning. She’d have to drive her parents’ car in and pick up a new battery for her car at the same time.
