Free The Vintage Ice Cream Van Road Trip (Cherry Pie Island - Book 2) by Jenny Oliver

said. ‘You don’t need to worry about it.’
    Holly didn’t say anything.
    ‘Do you not trust me?’ he asked, tilting his head to one side as he looked at her.
    ‘No, I didn’t say that.’
    ‘You say an awful lot, Holly, with just a look.’ He raised his eyebrows at her and she looked down at the remains of her pain au chocolat.
    ‘Well, I don’t mean to,’ she said. ‘It’s just, this is my reality now.’
    ‘It’s my reality too, you know,’ he said.
    ‘Yeah I know, but you can just leave.’
    ‘Why would I just leave?’
    ‘I’m not saying you would, I’m saying you could. And I need to know that I’m financially secure. And I need a job because…I’ve always had a job.’
    ‘No I get about the job, I just…’ He ran his hands through his hair. ‘I don’t understand why you think I would just leave you to do this on your own.’
    She looked at the scratches on the cafe table. She breathed in through her nose and wondered whether she wanted to say what she knew she would say next. ‘Because I don’t think you’ve quite grasped that we’re having a baby.’
    ‘What?’ He sat back in his seat, aghast. ‘Are you kidding me? All I think about is the fact that we’re having a baby.’
    ‘Yeah, but do you actually think about the fact we’re having a baby?’
    ‘Didn’t I just say that I did?’
    ‘An actual baby.’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘A live thing. A thing we’re going to have to look after. That you will have to look after. You won’t be going to all the clubs and the polo matches and the whatever else you do—’
    ‘I know. I’ve told you, it’s mainly PR spin anyway.’
    Holly shrugged.
    ‘You don’t believe me?’
    ‘I don’t believe that it’s sunk in yet that you’re about to have a baby.’
    Wilf was about to say something back, but then he paused.
    Holly watched him swallow.
    She watched his shoulders slump slightly and his eyes focus on the empty espresso cup.
    She bit down on her thumbnail.
    He didn’t say anything.
    She felt her eyes well up slightly and brushed the moisture away with the tips of her fingers as if there was something in her eye.
    ‘I’ll pay the bill,’ Wilf said after a second.
    ‘OK.’ Holly nodded.
    As he got up and disappeared into the cafe, she watched the town wake up, the people hurrying out of the tabac with newspapers under their arms, the traffic lights change to red, the fumes from the cars miraging in the heat.
    ‘Shall we go?’ Wilf asked a couple of minutes later, slipping the receipt into his wallet, not looking at her in the eye.
    ‘Yep.’ Holly picked up her bag and they walked in silence to the ice cream van.

Chapter Twelve
    ‘Right, so it’s Dijon, Lyon, Avignon, Provence?’ Wilf handed her his phone so she could read the map. He had barely looked at her since the baby chat. His jaw was set rigid. Having thought she understood exactly what was going on in his head, she realised quite how little she knew him. She had no idea what he was thinking. Apart from the fact that it
had
clearly just hit him that they were actually having a baby and, rather than it being something fun he could buy Mickey Mouses for, it was going to change his life completely.
    ‘Look at that guy! He’s driving like a maniac. This is a bloody nightmare,’ Wilf said, pointing to a white van in front of them as they approached Dijon.
    ‘Why did you take that turning?’ Holly asked, pointing behind them. ‘We’re not meant to come into the city, we should have bypassed the town.’
    ‘You’re the one map reading,’ he snapped.
    ‘It was a straight line, I don’t understand why you turned off.’
    ‘Oh for god’s sake, why won’t this van piss off? Piss off!’ Wilf shouted through the window as the white van swerved ahead and cut him up at a roundabout. Wilf put his hand on the horn. ‘Can you believe this? Can you believe him?’
    The van flashed its hazards and the driver stuck his hand out the window, swearing at Wilf.
    ‘Jesus,