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Authors: Lucy Felthouse
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the least I can do. OK, want to see the rest of it?’
She agreed, and Harry led her, room by room, through the property. They finished up in the kitchen, by which point she was already feeling a little lost and wondering if she could remember where the nearest bathroom was to her temporary office.
‘So,’ Harry said, leaning on one of the work surfaces, ‘can I get you a drink before I head out? Then of course feel free to help yourself if you want anything else.’
‘Yes, please. Do you have any cold drinks?’
He went to the fridge and pulled open the door. ‘Yep. Orange squash, apple squash, various juices … Come and have a look.’
She went over and peered into the cavernous fridge, grabbing a carton of apple juice then turning to ask where the glasses were. Harry was so close behind her that she shrieked and almost dropped the juice. She shot him a mock-scowl. ‘You made me jump!’
‘Sorry. Let me get you a glass.’ He leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose before moving off to get the promised receptacle. ‘If you need another while I’m gone, they’re in here, OK?’
‘OK,’ she said, taking the glass with a murmur of thanks. She poured the drink and put the carton back.
‘Right, do you want any breakfast before I go?’
Given their earlier activity, she ought to have been ravenous, but for some reason she wasn’t. ‘No, I’m OK, thanks. I’ll grab some of that fruit if I get hungry.’ She nodded to the bowl on the table.
‘Help yourself. I have cereal and bread too, if you want some toast. I’m not sure how long I’ll be out. It depends on traffic and how busy the damn car parks are.’ He opened a drawer and pulled out a notebook. The top page already had writing on it – it looked like a list from where she was standing. ‘Right, what sort of thing do you want for lunch? And dinner. If you’d like to stay for dinner, that is. I’d love it if you did.’ He looked at her almost shyly, and for some reason that made her feel shy too.
‘I don’t want to be any trouble.’ She dropped her gaze to the floor.
‘It’s no trouble. It’s my fault there’s noise at the barn, so I invited you here. And while you’re here, I’m going to look after you the best I can. Just make sure I get an acknowledgement in the novel, all right?’ He winked at her, his awkwardness seemingly gone.
‘OK,’ she said with a grin. ‘Lunch and dinner would be great. You know I eat pretty much anything, so just surprise me. In fact, whatever you’re good at cooking would be fantastic.’
‘A wise choice,’ he replied. ‘Though I have got a damn sight better at cooking in the past few years. By necessity, of course. I didn’t want my children to either starve or have to live on microwave meals and takeaways. Social services would have been called in!’
‘They’re lucky kids. It’s obvious you adore them.’
‘Of course I do. And you will too.’ He ripped the top page from the notebook, folded it, and put it into his pocket. Moving over to her, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips that almost immediately left her wanting more. God, a couple of sessions with the man and she’d turned into a raving nymphomaniac.
Mind you, she thought, as they exchanged goodbyes and he grabbed his keys from the side before heading out, it’s hardly surprising. He’s gorgeous, kind, intelligent, mature … The list went on. And he was hers – pretty much. They still had lots to discuss, but providing they could come to an agreement, the future was bright.
She watched from the window as he reversed off the drive and onto the quiet street, then drove away. Sighing, she realised she was actually, in a way, relieved he was gone. If she tried to work, knowing he was downstairs, she’d probably just have wanted to go to him and ravish him all over again. As it was, she had complete and utter peace and quiet, perfect solitude, to finally get some words
She agreed, and Harry led her, room by room, through the property. They finished up in the kitchen, by which point she was already feeling a little lost and wondering if she could remember where the nearest bathroom was to her temporary office.
‘So,’ Harry said, leaning on one of the work surfaces, ‘can I get you a drink before I head out? Then of course feel free to help yourself if you want anything else.’
‘Yes, please. Do you have any cold drinks?’
He went to the fridge and pulled open the door. ‘Yep. Orange squash, apple squash, various juices … Come and have a look.’
She went over and peered into the cavernous fridge, grabbing a carton of apple juice then turning to ask where the glasses were. Harry was so close behind her that she shrieked and almost dropped the juice. She shot him a mock-scowl. ‘You made me jump!’
‘Sorry. Let me get you a glass.’ He leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose before moving off to get the promised receptacle. ‘If you need another while I’m gone, they’re in here, OK?’
‘OK,’ she said, taking the glass with a murmur of thanks. She poured the drink and put the carton back.
‘Right, do you want any breakfast before I go?’
Given their earlier activity, she ought to have been ravenous, but for some reason she wasn’t. ‘No, I’m OK, thanks. I’ll grab some of that fruit if I get hungry.’ She nodded to the bowl on the table.
‘Help yourself. I have cereal and bread too, if you want some toast. I’m not sure how long I’ll be out. It depends on traffic and how busy the damn car parks are.’ He opened a drawer and pulled out a notebook. The top page already had writing on it – it looked like a list from where she was standing. ‘Right, what sort of thing do you want for lunch? And dinner. If you’d like to stay for dinner, that is. I’d love it if you did.’ He looked at her almost shyly, and for some reason that made her feel shy too.
‘I don’t want to be any trouble.’ She dropped her gaze to the floor.
‘It’s no trouble. It’s my fault there’s noise at the barn, so I invited you here. And while you’re here, I’m going to look after you the best I can. Just make sure I get an acknowledgement in the novel, all right?’ He winked at her, his awkwardness seemingly gone.
‘OK,’ she said with a grin. ‘Lunch and dinner would be great. You know I eat pretty much anything, so just surprise me. In fact, whatever you’re good at cooking would be fantastic.’
‘A wise choice,’ he replied. ‘Though I have got a damn sight better at cooking in the past few years. By necessity, of course. I didn’t want my children to either starve or have to live on microwave meals and takeaways. Social services would have been called in!’
‘They’re lucky kids. It’s obvious you adore them.’
‘Of course I do. And you will too.’ He ripped the top page from the notebook, folded it, and put it into his pocket. Moving over to her, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips that almost immediately left her wanting more. God, a couple of sessions with the man and she’d turned into a raving nymphomaniac.
Mind you, she thought, as they exchanged goodbyes and he grabbed his keys from the side before heading out, it’s hardly surprising. He’s gorgeous, kind, intelligent, mature … The list went on. And he was hers – pretty much. They still had lots to discuss, but providing they could come to an agreement, the future was bright.
She watched from the window as he reversed off the drive and onto the quiet street, then drove away. Sighing, she realised she was actually, in a way, relieved he was gone. If she tried to work, knowing he was downstairs, she’d probably just have wanted to go to him and ravish him all over again. As it was, she had complete and utter peace and quiet, perfect solitude, to finally get some words
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