“Thank you,” Gregg said. “I want to make amends with my wife.”
“Ex-wife,” all the Turners and Yanny said simultaneously.
Erica wanted to cry at the support she had from the surrounding people. The last thing she wanted to do was have a conversation with Gregg. What was the point? Archer hadn’t stepped in or volunteered he was marrying her, not Jason. Daisy has confirmed the wedding was still on, but that didn’t mean Archer was happy about it.
Chapter 40
Archer
“Where are you going?” Jason asked once he’d caught up with Archer.
“Luke’s old room. There’s bound to be clothes left in the drawers.”
“Luke has stayed with Gregg, so he doesn’t move, and Daisy went inside with Erica.”
“This is all so fucked up. What the hell is that man here for?”
“I don’t know, but Erica looked as pleased as you were to see him. What happened before we arrived?”
“I was having a cuppa with Maggie and Bailey when Daisy called. She was whispering, and I couldn’t hear her, so she hung up and sent me a text and a video of Gregg hammering on the front door. I ran like the wind. By the time I got there, Gregg had come around the back, standing on the lawns calling out Erica’s name.”
“How did he know which cottage was hers?”
“I’ve no idea. You know how helpful the townspeopleare. They must have known the guest was living in the first cottage, or else he tried the others, and Erica’s was the only one that looked lived in. I was grateful Daisy had locked the doors when she went to bed. The banging woke her up.”
“What was his reason for coming to the island?”
“I didn’t get that far, didn’t know who he was until he said after you all arrived. I was yelling at him for scaring Daisy. For coming onto Turner land without permission. Whoever told him where Erica was staying obviously didn’t know about the rule of no trespassing without permission.”
“We can find out who that was later. Gregg is still in love with her. You can tell in a blink.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
“You didn’t exactly greet her warmly.”
“I was too busy trying not to punch him.”
They’d reached Luke’s room, and Archer went straight to the chest of drawers in the far corner. He pulled out sweat pants and a t-shirt. Gregg could go commando for all he cared. Archer was not rooting around for underwear for the arsehole.
“What about shoes?” Jason asked, going to the closet and opening the door.
“Fuck’s sake, dude.”
Jason held up a pair of shiny black brogues. “Look, if they go for a walk to stop you from eavesdropping, he will need shoes. Erica will not take him seriously with dress shoes and shorts.”
“How the fuck would you know?” Archer asked, flopping down on the bed. Archer bounced twice, thinking Luke had a better bed than him.
“We had lunch a couple of days ago when I was in London. And we may have talked a while ago.”
“How long ago?” Archer narrowed his eyes at his brother.
“Before the call where you told us she was a megastar with a megawatt smile,” Jason said, closing the door and coming to stand in front of Archer.
“I distinctly remember not telling you she had a megawatt smile.”
“Okay, that was just me, but yeah. I checked Erica out, chatted to her, and we became instant friends.”
“Talking twice is not instant friends.”