Milly had been dying to move into The Lodge. It wasn’t only that they’d outgrown the flat. Or that she’d fallen madly in love with the large timber-clad house where they’d have a garden and Noah would have a proper bedroom. It was because she hoped moving would sprinkle the sparkle back into her marriage to Spencer.
She looked at him now, puffing as he put Noah’s bed together in his new room. It was a super room with oak flooring and walls washed in the palest lemon.
‘The colour of sunshine!’ Noah had jumped up and down when he’d seen it.
She smiled now, thinking what a good feel The Lodge had. Craig, her business partner at Walkz4U, was correct when he said, ‘You just know when a house is going to be a home.’
Of course, Spencer dismissed this as ‘Rubbish!’, although luckily not within Craig’s hearing.
‘I’ll put our bed together next,’ he said, a frown knitting his brows above eyes not quite brown, not quite green.
‘Hazel,’ he’d smiled when she’d asked him to describe
