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much.’
‘See?’
‘And it was very nice of him to offer.’
‘He’s a nice man and, if you let yourself admit it, I think you’ll see he’s also a good friend.’
‘Friend?’ She tilted her head to the side and considered the word. ‘I guess I’ve never really thought about Flynn that way, as a friend. It was so powerful and intense between us we didn’t really have the opportunity to truly become friends.’
‘So you’ll stay?’
‘You know…’ Reggie levered herself up off the floor ‘…I think I will.’
‘Yay! A temporary member of the cul-de-sac crew.’
Reggie laughed at Mackenzie’s words, feeling a return of her usual optimistic self. ‘I can already hear your thoughts, Kenz. Dinner parties, games nights and Christmas parties.’
‘You know me too well, Reggie.’ Mackenzie laughed along with her friend. ‘Feel better?’
‘I do. I really do, which, given I’ve lost practically everything, is not a bad feeling to be having.’
‘Good. Oh. I’ve gotta go. Ruthie’s just woken up.’
‘Right-oh. I’ll talk to you later.’
‘You know it, cul-de-sac crew member!’
Reggie was still smiling as she entered the bathroom, finding a set of towels waiting there for her along with a fresh bar of soap. ‘How thoughtful.’ And he really was, she realised. Taking care of her last night, making her breakfast this morning and offering to help relocate her neighbours. ‘Friends,’ she repeated to herself as she stepped beneath the soothing spray of the shower. ‘I can be friends with Flynn.’ She was proud of the conviction in her words.
By the time he returned from wherever he’d had to go, Reggie was showered and dressed in the borrowed clothes.
‘Wow.’ Flynn’s eyebrows shot up as he saw her standing there dressed in a navy skirt, white shirt and navy jacket. Her short feathered black hair was still drying and her face was clear and fresh and devoid of make-up…and she looked incredibly beautiful. ‘You look—’
‘Like Mackenzie?’ Reggie shook her head and lookeddown at the demure clothes in disgust. ‘No colour. No vibrance. No pizazz.’ She snapped her fingers as she spoke, which only made Flynn laugh as he carried the shopping bags through to the kitchen. He dumped them on the table before turning to look at her once more.
‘I mean, I love her and everything and I really do appreciate the loan of the clothes but we have absolutely nothing in common as far as how we dress,’ she continued as she followed him.
‘It’s true that you prefer to wear bright colours, sometimes even mixing and matching different print materials that ordinarily should
never
go together but somehow look completely perfect on you.’
Perfect?
She brushed the thought aside. ‘You’re a textile expert, eh? Now,
that
I definitely didn’t know. Please, continue, oh, wise fashionista.’
Flynn’s eyes flashed with repressed humour and, while keeping a straight face, he slowly walked around her, murmuring and nodding as though deep in thought. ‘Yes. Yes. I can see what you mean. It
is
rather conservative for the likes of Ms Regina Smith, General Surgeon Extraordinaire, but I think I can solve the dilemma quite easily.’
‘You can?’ She couldn’t help the way she felt so incredibly self-conscious with him walking around her, looking her up and down, and although she knew they were only pretending, somehow his visual inspection had become more of an intimate caress. She fought against the sensation, determined not to spoil this light-hearted moment. They’d always been able to joke together, to tease each other in a good-natured way, and now that it was happening again she started to realise just how much she’d missed him.
‘Oh, yes, indeedy I can.’ He crossed to the bags he’d placed on the table and reached inside, pulling out a small white box. He held it out to her.
‘What’s this?’ she asked.
‘Open it.’
Dropping all pretence, Reggie accepted the gift
‘See?’
‘And it was very nice of him to offer.’
‘He’s a nice man and, if you let yourself admit it, I think you’ll see he’s also a good friend.’
‘Friend?’ She tilted her head to the side and considered the word. ‘I guess I’ve never really thought about Flynn that way, as a friend. It was so powerful and intense between us we didn’t really have the opportunity to truly become friends.’
‘So you’ll stay?’
‘You know…’ Reggie levered herself up off the floor ‘…I think I will.’
‘Yay! A temporary member of the cul-de-sac crew.’
Reggie laughed at Mackenzie’s words, feeling a return of her usual optimistic self. ‘I can already hear your thoughts, Kenz. Dinner parties, games nights and Christmas parties.’
‘You know me too well, Reggie.’ Mackenzie laughed along with her friend. ‘Feel better?’
‘I do. I really do, which, given I’ve lost practically everything, is not a bad feeling to be having.’
‘Good. Oh. I’ve gotta go. Ruthie’s just woken up.’
‘Right-oh. I’ll talk to you later.’
‘You know it, cul-de-sac crew member!’
Reggie was still smiling as she entered the bathroom, finding a set of towels waiting there for her along with a fresh bar of soap. ‘How thoughtful.’ And he really was, she realised. Taking care of her last night, making her breakfast this morning and offering to help relocate her neighbours. ‘Friends,’ she repeated to herself as she stepped beneath the soothing spray of the shower. ‘I can be friends with Flynn.’ She was proud of the conviction in her words.
By the time he returned from wherever he’d had to go, Reggie was showered and dressed in the borrowed clothes.
‘Wow.’ Flynn’s eyebrows shot up as he saw her standing there dressed in a navy skirt, white shirt and navy jacket. Her short feathered black hair was still drying and her face was clear and fresh and devoid of make-up…and she looked incredibly beautiful. ‘You look—’
‘Like Mackenzie?’ Reggie shook her head and lookeddown at the demure clothes in disgust. ‘No colour. No vibrance. No pizazz.’ She snapped her fingers as she spoke, which only made Flynn laugh as he carried the shopping bags through to the kitchen. He dumped them on the table before turning to look at her once more.
‘I mean, I love her and everything and I really do appreciate the loan of the clothes but we have absolutely nothing in common as far as how we dress,’ she continued as she followed him.
‘It’s true that you prefer to wear bright colours, sometimes even mixing and matching different print materials that ordinarily should
never
go together but somehow look completely perfect on you.’
Perfect?
She brushed the thought aside. ‘You’re a textile expert, eh? Now,
that
I definitely didn’t know. Please, continue, oh, wise fashionista.’
Flynn’s eyes flashed with repressed humour and, while keeping a straight face, he slowly walked around her, murmuring and nodding as though deep in thought. ‘Yes. Yes. I can see what you mean. It
is
rather conservative for the likes of Ms Regina Smith, General Surgeon Extraordinaire, but I think I can solve the dilemma quite easily.’
‘You can?’ She couldn’t help the way she felt so incredibly self-conscious with him walking around her, looking her up and down, and although she knew they were only pretending, somehow his visual inspection had become more of an intimate caress. She fought against the sensation, determined not to spoil this light-hearted moment. They’d always been able to joke together, to tease each other in a good-natured way, and now that it was happening again she started to realise just how much she’d missed him.
‘Oh, yes, indeedy I can.’ He crossed to the bags he’d placed on the table and reached inside, pulling out a small white box. He held it out to her.
‘What’s this?’ she asked.
‘Open it.’
Dropping all pretence, Reggie accepted the gift
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