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Rowena:
I wasn't supposed to stay in the Cotswolds. Flooded roads, a stubborn sat‑nav, and one very persistent rainstorm changed that. I checked into a little inn, told myself it was only for a night, and tried not to think too hard about the life I was rushing back to.
Martin:
I wasn't supposed to be there either. A cancelled retreat, a need for quiet, and a feeling I couldn't quite name brought me to the same inn. I didn't expect her. I definitely didn't expect what followed.
Rowena:
Seven days. Shared breakfasts. Candlelit evenings when the power went out. Walks through ruined abbeys and conversations I'd never dared have with anyone else.
Martin:
We were both engaged. Both sensible. Both trying very hard not to fall for the wrong person at the wrong time.
Rowena:
But rain has a way of washing things clear.
Martin:
And sometimes one week is enough to change everything.
A quiet, tender love story about timing, truth, and the unexpected person who feels like home.
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