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Everyone agreed on that sentiment.

Archer pulled Erica to the first buggy parked outside the pub, while Jason did with same with Heidi after the girls hugged their goodbyes.

Nate hooked his arm around Daisy’s waist and she snuggled into his side. Freya and Gwen walked side by side with Keith behind them.

“I can walk back to my place. It’s no trouble. I can even remember the way,” Gwen said.

“Why don’t I walk Gwen back and you take the girls up to the estate?” Keith said to Nate. “My place isn’t far and I’m ready for my bed after being away for so long. It will be quicker if I stay in town.”

“All right, sounds good. Freya, you’re behind us in the buggy, no sitting at the back and falling out,” Nate said.

“You’re just as bossy as Luke,” Freya muttered, but went happily to the buggy.

They called out their goodbyes to Gwen. The group were then zooming up the path up to the estate. The long summer had caused to the paths to dry out which made for a bumpy journey up to the cottages. It didn’t stop them acting like rally drivers.

Chapter Forty-Five

Freya

Freya relaxed on the sun terrace of Edward Hall. At the rear of the hall, the stone terrace was wide enough for a hundred guests to mingle on a summer evening, sipping champagne. Or for Freya to drag a blow up chair and watch hot guys work out when elite sportsmen or special forces units hired Edward Hall. Freya’s days of watching a bunch of hot guys were long over. She had her own handsome man to admire.

“Are you going to try for a baby straight away?” Heidi asked.

“Yes, and yes again,” Freya said. “I can’t wait to have babies. Meeting all of yours has made me super broody and thank you for all not getting pregnant for a few weeks so we can all enjoy the festivities.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to join the festivities every again,” Gwen said from the end sun lounger.

They relaxed in a row, looking out towards the grass lawns where the skeletons of the wedding reception were being erected under Stan Meyer’s command. The marquee poles are already up and the canvas cover was being slid across.

Gwen was at the far end with dark glasses over her eyes and a folded up flannel on her forehead. An ice bucket sat to her left on the flagstone floor, holding three flannels that she could exchange when they warmed in the August sunshine. She wore baggy canvas shorts and a t-shirt, both black which highlighted her tan.

Erica was next looking glamourous in an oversized sun hat and a one piece 50s style red bathing suit.

“You’ll get used to us. Did Keith get you home okay?” Heidi asked. “I know my brother can be super quiet but he’s a good guy.”

Heidi was next to Erica in a white bikini. The bottoms were tiny, so tiny, Jason wouldn’t let her leave and walk across the lawns without an oversized shirt on. He was so insistent none of the grounds people saw her looking like that, he unbuttoned his cotton shirt and put it on her. Little did Jason know, that was Heidi’s ploy as she loved wearing his shirt so she had him with her when they were parted.

“Yeah, he did. He was super sweet and made sure I was in bed, and safely passed out before he locked up and posted my keys back through the letterbox,” Gwen replied.

Freya side glanced Heidi as she was in the next lounger, and they grinned at each other knowing Gwen couldn’t see them.

“That is so sweet. Totally rom-com worthy,” Erica said from her lounger.

Freya made the cut throat movement to Erica, who immediately cottoned on and gave an exaggerated wink.

Then she asked, “Are you single, Gwen? I can’t remember if we grilled you last night in the pub?”

“Yep. Single for a while now. Schools are a time suck and by the time the holidays come around, I’m so worn out, I can’t focus on scintillating conversation. My perfect date would be to meet him at the table, nod, kiss cheeks, eat and then not talk until it was time to go home.”

“Sounds kinda great after an exhausting day,” Daisy replied.

She was standing at the stone balustrade, overseeing the activities on the grass, with her hip against the stone.

“Ladies,” a male voice said, coming up the steps at the side of the terrace.

Freya, who was at the far end, looked that way. Stan Myers approached who was responsible for planning Edward Hall’s weddings.

“Spanners to me, Stan. No one else needs to know,” Erica called out, beckoning him over.

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