He walked briskly over to the ambulance and climbed in the back without a second glance in her direction.
Sarah watched the vehicle pull away, aware of a slow tide of dejection washing over her. How would he react when he discovered that she was going to be living next door to him? He had already formed the worst possible opinion of her.
She pressed her lips together. Most likely, once he was over the initial shock, he would simply leave her to her own devices.
That suited Sarah well enough. She had enough problems to cope with, without having to fathom the mindset of a reclusive neighbour.
CHAPTER THREE
‘I WANT you to come into the house now, Emily,’ Sarah called from the kitchen. ‘I’m just getting your supper ready, and then it will be time for bed.’
Emily, though, wasn’t taking too much notice of what she was saying. The overgrown garden was proving too much of a temptation, with its sheltering shrubs and lots of hidden nooks and crannies, and so far she had only managed to explore a small part of it to her satisfaction.
Moving to the cottage had been a great adventure as far as Emily was concerned, and in a way that was a relief for Sarah, because she had been worrying about what effect changing homes would have on her.
The phone rang as Sarah was about to go and bring the child into the house, and she hesitated before deciding to answer the call. Keeping an eye on the little girl through the kitchen window, Sarah picked up the receiver.
‘How are you getting along?’ Carol asked in a cheerful tone. ‘Have you managed to make any more headway with the unpacking? I know Emily was keen to look through all the boxes.’
‘I’m nearly there,’ Sarah told her. ‘Emily thought it was a treasure trove, finding the toys that you had passed on to her, and I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for giving me all that bed linen and the bits and pieces for the kitchen. It was so good having you here to help out this afternoon. I don’t know how I would have managed otherwise. Emily’s really excited. She seems to have taken to the place, but she did make me promise that I would bring her back to see you at the weekend.’
‘That would belovely.’ Sarah couldfeel the smile that must be on Carol’s face. ‘Actually, I might see you before then. I’ve just realised that I have a couple of good-sized rugs stored up in the attic that might come in useful for you. I had them cleaned before they went up there, so they should be in a reasonable condition, and they might make the place look a bit more cosy. I could bring them over tomorrow some time, if you like.’
‘That would be great,’ Sarah said.
‘I’ll do that, then. Perhaps I’ll even get to meet your neighbour. Has there been any sign of him yet?’
Sarah winced. ‘Not so far. He’s been out all day. I’m not quite sure how he’s going to react when he finds that we’ve moved in next door to him. I expect that he thought nobody would want to take the place on.’
They chatted for a while longer, until Sarah glanced out of the window and realised that she could no longer see Emily in the garden.
‘I’m going to have to go and look for Emily,’ she told Carol. ‘She’s been playing outside for the last half-hour, but it’s growing dark now and I need to keep track of her in case she finds a way to get from the garden out into the fields. There’s a good fence, but you know her. I wouldn’t put it past her to find a way to climb over.’
‘She’s certainly a bundle of mischief,’ Carol agreed. ‘You go and find her. I’ll give you a ring in the morning.’
Sarah hung up and hurried out into the garden. ‘Emily, where are you?’ she called.
There was no answer, and Sarah began to look around. It wasn’t a particularly large garden, but the trees and shrubs cast shadows over the ground now that the light was fading, and there were so many corners that were hidden from view by trel-liswork and rustic pergolas that it took several minutes of searching before she realised that Emily wasn’t anywhere to be found.
A feeling of panic ran through her. She had checked the fence earlier to make sure that there weren’t any gaps in it, hadn’t she? Now she looked to see if Emily had used anything to help her to climb up, but there was nothing resting against the fence, except for the twisted stems and branches of climbing plants.
Alarmed now, Sarah called out again. ‘Emily, I need you to tell me where you are. I’m not playing hide and seek.’
She ran her hand along the top of the fence and at one point discovered a slight indentation. It was a concealed gate, made to look as though it was part of the fence, and the bolt was on the other side. Leaning closer to get a better grip, she felt one of the panels give way slightly as her foot touched its base.
Crouching down to examine it more carefully, she realised that the wooden slats moved to one side when they were touched in a certain way, probably because some of the nails that should have held them in place from the other side were missing. Was it possible that Emily had squeezed her way through the panels and gone into the neighbouring garden?
She had to find out. Undoing the bolt, she opened the gate and went through.
Like the house it belonged to, this garden was a huge contrast to hers. It was wide, for a start, and it had been beautifully landscaped, with a velvet green lawn and low stone walls. There were curving pathways that led through ornate archways into areas beyond. Sarah followed one of the paths, peering into the shrubbery on either side.
‘I don’t believe this is happening,’ she muttered to herself.
‘Is something wrong?’ The deep voice came from somewhere behind her and Sarah swung around to face her neighbour.
‘Yes,’ she said, recovering herself. ‘There is, there definitely is, or I wouldn’t be here, would I?’ She flung the words at him, almost as though they were a challenge. Dismayed at being found in the wrong place at the wrong time once more, she stared at him.
‘I wouldn’t know about that,’ Ben said. ‘Going on past experience, all manner of things spring to mind.’
She gritted her teeth. Why did she have to deal with him, of all people, here and now? Wasn’t it enough that she was out of her mind with worry over Emily? ‘Before you start grilling me all over again, this isn’t what you think.’
‘I wasn’t intending to do anything of the sort,’ he said in a low drawl, and to her surprise, his mouth made a wry, amused shape. ‘To be honest, nothing you do surprises me any more. I’m sure you’ll fill me in on the details when it suits you.’
Her blue eyes glittered with frustration. ‘I’ve lost Emily. She must have come through here, because there’s nowhere else she could have gone. She wouldn’t have been able to do that if you had looked after your fence properly.’
She looked around in desperation, calling out, ‘Emily, I need you to come here—now.’
His dark brows lifted. ‘I’ve no idea what you mean. The fence is fine, as far as I’m aware.’
‘No, it isn’t—that’s just the point. The slats are loose on your side. I checked it earlier and I thought it was all right, but it isn’t, and now she’s gone, so I came in through the gate.’ She came to a sudden halt, gathering her breath. ‘And why would you need a gate in the fence anyway, if the cottage belongs to somebody else?’
‘I don’t think I’m following any of this.’ He looked perplexed. ‘Are we talking about a dog? What kind of dog is she? I suppose she must be fairly small to get through a break in the fence.’
She sent him an exasperated look. ‘No…Emily’s not a dog. She’s my little girl. She was playing in the garden, and then she wasn’t,