“We can't get across the causeway because the tide's in. Go play with your toys for a while." David slipped away to the caravan while Chris finished stacking timber he'd salvaged from the seafort. Ruth brought him coffee. "I've been thinking, Chris. I want to get the main gates repaired as quickly as possible." "What's the hurry?" "There's a lot of building material lying around. The last thing we want is someone walking away with it all." "And?" "And what?" Chris smiled. "I know you better than... that. It's more than someone waltzing off with the timber and a few stone blocks." "I know you're going to tell me I'm silly, but ... " "But?" "But sometimes it's so quiet out here I start thinking. What if someone came here when I was alone with David?" "Ruth, I don't think you're silly. I'm the stupid one. I should have known you'd feel apprehensive out here by yourself. I'll get the gates repaired by the end of the week." He heaved another balk of timber onto the stack. She squeezed his arm. "Call out a joiner today, Chris.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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