Honey wrinkled her nose the next morning when she entered the kitchen. A glance at the clock informed her that it was eight-thirty, much later than she usually rose. She filled the kettle and switched it on then wandered around picking up glasses and chocolate wrappers. How many mojitos had she drunk yesterday? Bottles cluttered the kitchen worktop and she winced as she saw that they’d drunk most of the bottle of white rum. She didn’t drink a lot of alcohol and when she did, it was normally a nice wine and she tended to stop at two glasses, three maximum, because she hated hangovers.

However, it looked as if she was stuck with a hangover for today.

The morning sunlight warmed the kitchen tiles and she stood still for a moment, enjoying the heat on her naked toes. Hangover or not, she needed to go and sort the chickens out, so she stepped into her wellies and went outside.

The garden was fresh and bright and she inhaled the sweetly fragranced air. Once she’d opened the coop and seen to the chickens’ food and water, she locked the enclosure and stood there for a moment watching as they emerged and helped themselves to breakfast.

Honey knew that she probably needed to eat too, to help her body to recover after all the rum. She should also rehydrate her system, so lots of water was essential today.

She’d eaten two pieces of toast, drunk three cups of tea and a pint of water when the door went. She frowned. It was Sunday morning and still early. Two reasons why she wasn’t expecting visitors. It could be Ethan, the little boy from next door, asking if his ball was stuck in her apple tree again. He was only six and loved playing in his large back garden. Of course, he often kicked the ball too high and Honey had returned it over the fence many times, but the last time it had been stuck in the branches of her tree and it had taken Honey some time, and a lot of laughter, to shake the ball from the branches. Ethan also liked to see the chickens and had been round several times to help Honey collect the eggs, which he loved doing, especially when he got a box of fresh eggs to take home for his breakfast.

Another sharp rap at the door, made her hurry through the hallway.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

She swung the door open, about to greet little Ethan, but when she saw who was standing there, her mouth fell open.

“Hello, Honey.”

She swallowed hard. “Bloody hell, what’re you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.”

She stared at the tall, slim man standing on her doorstep. His long wavy hair glowed in the sunlight, the red brighter than she remembered, and he roamed his olive-green eyes over her face.

“But I haven’t seen you in… about eight years.”

“I know.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked around self-consciously.

“How did you even… know I was here?”

“I asked around and, to be honest, you can find out most things on Facebook these days. Look, Honey, do you think I could come in?”

“Oh… of course, Elliott.” She gazed at him for a moment, confused by the emotions surging through her, then she flung her arms around his neck. “It’s good to see you.”

He hugged her back, his long arms easily encircling her waist. It was strange holding him after such a long time, yet he smelt familiar, as if beneath the aftershave and fabric softener that fragranced his clothes, his scent was the same; unchangeable. But some things did change, like her feelings towards him.

He released her and she looked up at him again.

“Come on in.”

“Thank you.”

He entered the hallway, and as Honey was about to close the door, she spotted Dane on the opposite side of the road wearing his running gear. His cheeks were pink and his hands rested on his hips as he stared at her.

“Dane!” She waved at him.

What had he seen? Her hugging Elliott on her doorstep on a Sunday morning. How would that look to him? She hadn’t even told him anything about Elliott. It was easy to imagine how this could be misconstrued.

She hurried down her path, meaning to speak to Dane but he shook his head then jogged away. Honey watched him go. What else could she do right now?

This.

This was what she needed to do before she could be open with Dane. She wished he hadn’t seen what he had, as she’d wanted to speak to him and explain everything, but sometimes, plans went awry, so she’d have to hope that Dane was all right for the time being and deal with Elliott first.

“Everything okay?” he asked from the hallway as she entered.

“Yes. Everything’s fine.”

“You sure? You have that worry line between your eyebrows that you always used to get.”

“Some things don’t change, huh?”

“They certainly don’t.”

“Let’s have a coffee and a chat.”

“Great, thanks. But can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why are you dressed as a unicorn?”

Honey wrapped her hands around her mug of coffee and waited for Elliott to return from the toilet. She couldn’t believe he was here. She’d been talking about him just last night with Camilla and Allie and it was as if some kind of magic had brought him to her doorstep, so she didn’t even need to try to track him down.

“This is a lovely cottage, Honey.”

Elliott entered the kitchen and she took a good look at him. His ginger hair still brushed his shoulders but he’d grown thick sideburns that sat like lamb chops on his cheeks. He still had the smattering of light-brown freckles on his nose and a few on his forehead. He was as slim as he’d been as a teenager and wearing clothes that would have fitted him back then too: jeans and a long sleeved tie-dye top that made Honey’s eyes hurt with the effects of her hangover. In fact, Elliott could have come straight from Woodstock.

“Thanks. I haven’t changed it since I moved in so the décor is mostly my aunt’s.”

“Sorry for your loss, by the way.”

“Sadly, I didn’t know her that well, but when I came here to see the cottage, I knew I couldn’t sell it. It was kind of like coming home.”

“It’s very homely.”

He smiled and her cheeks warmed slightly. There was a familiarity between them, certainly, but also a kind of awkwardness, developed from years apart.

“So, Elliott, it is good to see you but why have you turned up on my doorstep on a Sunday morning… out of the blue…”

“I had to speak to you, and I wanted to do it in person. An email or a text… if I’d even had your number still, which I didn’t… well they didn’t seem right. And a Facebook message might have been missed, plus it’s not the right way to go about this; I didn’t want to do that to you.” He frowned. “Shit, perhaps I’ve been too presumptuous. I mean, maybe you wouldn’t even have cared. Look at you… beautiful, successful, living in a chocolate-box pretty village. You’re obviously doing really well so why would you care what your ex was up to?”

“I do care. Of course I care. We have… quite a history and for a long time you were my best friend, Elliott. Don’t forget that.”

“I haven’t and that’s why I came in person. And, if I’m honest, I wanted to see you once more.”

“Once more? That sounds very final.”

“Well, yes, because you see… I’m—”

Honey held up a hand. “Hold that thought!”

She jumped up and hurried to the kitchen door where a chicken was bobbing its way towards her vegetable stand.

“Is that a chicken?”

“No, it’s a dog.” She rolled her eyes at Elliott and he laughed.

“What’s it doing in here?”

“Hennifer Aniston shouldn’t be in here. I must’ve left the enclosure unlocked. Fancy giving me a hand? They’ll be all round the garden by now.”

“Sure. I’m always up for a challenge.”

They went out into the garden, Honey shooing Hennfier Aniston ahead of her towards the enclosure.

“Well I didn’t expect to be doing this today,” Elliott said, once they’d managed to get the three chickens that had escaped back into the enclosure.

“Me either. At least not with you. I usually lock the enclosure properly but I must’ve been lax with my hangover.”

“You’re hungover?”

“A bit. I had a few friends round last night.”

“Good for you. I forget what it’s like to have a good drink. Of course, we haven’t been drinking much recently but that’s because I’m trying to be a supportive partner and to be in good shape for when the b—”

Honey froze.

“The b…? You’re going to be a dad?”

Elliott pressed his lips together as he nodded.

“That’s why I needed to speak to you. Well, why I wanted to speak to you.”

“I see.” Honey headed back towards the house. “I uh… I need my coffee.”

As she pushed the door open and entered the kitchen, Honey suspected that she’d need more than one coffee if Elliott’s news was of the baby kind.