CHAPTER 18
BY NINE O’CLOCK in the evening, both cars were still missing. I’d had lovely long rides on both horses, exploring the local countryside and popping over a few hedges on the way. Apart from a handful of cars passing on the main road, all French registered, and one old man out walking his poodle, I hadn’t seen a soul.
Then, so I wouldn’t think about things I shouldn’t, I cleaned the lorry inside and out. That took me up to five o’clock. I tried to watch a film, but the love scenes weren’t helping my malfunctioning libido. Rather than frustrate myself further, I emptied the laundry hamper and put through a load of washing, growling in frustration when I realised I was holding a pair of Blake’s underpants. This was not helping my hormones. I flung the rest of the dirty clothes in
