It’s summer. Everyone does stupid shit in the summer.
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There’s only one problem with his plan.
Alex.
He doesn’t see Alex for almost three weeks—and after that weird kiss and Ryan’s even weirder response, he isn’t going to be the one to break the stalemate. But the fact remains: the Bexleys have disappeared.
Even John doesn’t come to church, and his car is permanently absent from the drive, and the house doesn’t so much as shimmer in the heatwave that hits at the beginning of August.
“They’re probably on holiday,” Nan tells him when he asks, but the following Sunday, at the tearoom, Milly has an entirely different opinion.
“They’re away,” she says firmly, looking down her nose at the plate of cake she holds as though it has Alice Bexley’s face. “And the ruckus before they left, you wouldn’t believe! Good Lord, I was about ready to call the police!”