Chapter 18

Later that day, Rose finally had been deposited back at the cottage. Rob had never returned from whatever business he was dealing with, so sweet Tommy had brought her home. Appearing at the bedroom door to inform her Rob had called to make him act as chauffeur. She had felt the instant disappointment weigh down in her stomach at that revelation.

With her torn dress in hand and dressed in some of Abby’s jeans and designer ripped t-shirt emblazoned with a punked-out puppy, her hair was tied up in a girly ponytail, and she had some pink trainers on, he drove her home. A perk of being a comparable size to Abby.

Soiled high heels in hand and her clutch bag under one armpit, she thanked the elderly gent at her gate, and he told her Rob would return her car later when he came back. He had not wanted her to chance driving with the amount of alcohol she had consumed last night, even if it was only a short trip, and he had made it clear he wanted to return the mini himself. She ha