Sorry, this is Sarah, she is a friend of mine,” he introduced. “Sarah, this is Dave, he’s an old school friend.”
“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand, he shook it.
“This is Steve,” Dave said, thumbing to the other policeman. They nodded to each other.
“So staying back at the Manor?” Dave asked. Rick nodded, hoping that he would not say anymore.
“Yes for a few weeks,” Rick replied.
“Another kids group?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Rick confirmed.
“Cool, give me a call if you want me to pop over and give a talk, and if you get t ime, maybe we could go for a pint?” he asked.
“Sure that would great Dave,” Rick agreed.
“Okay, better be off, catch you later. Nice to meet you Sarah,” he said, tipping his head to her.
“You too,” she replied.
“Rick,” he said, and raising an eyebrow towards Sarah, he grinned. Rick grinned back catching his meaning.
“ See you later, Dave,” he replied. Sarah gazed at him thoughtfully; he really did have a policeman friend.
“Did you g o to school around here then?” she asked, as they began walking back down the hill.
“Yes, well boarding school for a while, Dave was a day pupil.”
“You went to boarding school?” she said surprised.
“My father was big in the city Sarah, it was what they did, people in his circle. They sent their kids to boarding school. I went home during the holidays.” She looked at him; so much about him fascinated her and she wanted to find out more about him.
“I grew up in London, my father was a Lord,” she told him.
“Really, so does that make you a Lady?” he asked, with a smile. She shook her head.
“No that title was my mother’s. I went to a private school too, but it was a day school. My father refused to send us away, I was a bit of a daddy’s girl I am afraid, he used to spoil me rotten.”
“I can understand that Sarah, if you were mine, I would spoil you rotten too,” he said, his eyes lingering on her; she felt herself blush. As far she was concerned, she was his, for as long as he wanted her.
“When my mother was pregnant with S kye, I really was quite jealous; I did not want to share my father with a new baby. I think I was pretty horrible to my mother, a spoiled little brat springs to mind.”
“I could never imagine that of you Sarah,” he said, stopping beside an ice-cream van.
“Rick, believe me I can be a nasty bitch when I want to be. I got over it though, when Skye was born. She was so sweet, so tiny and I loved her from the moment I saw in my mother’s arm. As it turned out she was more of a mummy’s girl, so I never did have to share father with her in that way, I was still his special girl, right up until the day he died.” He pulled an arm around her, and kissed the top of his head.
“How about that ice-cream I owe you?” he asked. She smiled up at him, and nodded.
“Yes please.”
“What flavour?” Sarah perused the list of different flavours.
“Chocolate chip please,” she said.
“One mint chip and one chocolate chip please,” he said, placing a fiver on the counter.
“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him. They wandered to a bench and sat down, looking out onto the harbour.
“God it’s so nice here,” she again, licking her ice cream. Rick slung and arm around her shoulder and she snuggled into him, his scent sending happy shivers through her body.
“Hey, look that boat is called Hemmingway, how funny,” she remarked, pointing to a rather luxurious looking speedboat tied up in the harbour. Rick swallowed, and took a bite of his ice cream.
“Yes, how funny,” he agreed, knowing full well, that it was his. It was okay, he was going to tell her tonight. Just this one day, it was all he wanted, one full day of her thinking he was someone else. Maybe, he hoped she had fallen in love with him and then when he told her, she would not care, what or who, he used to be.
“Rick, thank you,
“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand, he shook it.
“This is Steve,” Dave said, thumbing to the other policeman. They nodded to each other.
“So staying back at the Manor?” Dave asked. Rick nodded, hoping that he would not say anymore.
“Yes for a few weeks,” Rick replied.
“Another kids group?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Rick confirmed.
“Cool, give me a call if you want me to pop over and give a talk, and if you get t ime, maybe we could go for a pint?” he asked.
“Sure that would great Dave,” Rick agreed.
“Okay, better be off, catch you later. Nice to meet you Sarah,” he said, tipping his head to her.
“You too,” she replied.
“Rick,” he said, and raising an eyebrow towards Sarah, he grinned. Rick grinned back catching his meaning.
“ See you later, Dave,” he replied. Sarah gazed at him thoughtfully; he really did have a policeman friend.
“Did you g o to school around here then?” she asked, as they began walking back down the hill.
“Yes, well boarding school for a while, Dave was a day pupil.”
“You went to boarding school?” she said surprised.
“My father was big in the city Sarah, it was what they did, people in his circle. They sent their kids to boarding school. I went home during the holidays.” She looked at him; so much about him fascinated her and she wanted to find out more about him.
“I grew up in London, my father was a Lord,” she told him.
“Really, so does that make you a Lady?” he asked, with a smile. She shook her head.
“No that title was my mother’s. I went to a private school too, but it was a day school. My father refused to send us away, I was a bit of a daddy’s girl I am afraid, he used to spoil me rotten.”
“I can understand that Sarah, if you were mine, I would spoil you rotten too,” he said, his eyes lingering on her; she felt herself blush. As far she was concerned, she was his, for as long as he wanted her.
“When my mother was pregnant with S kye, I really was quite jealous; I did not want to share my father with a new baby. I think I was pretty horrible to my mother, a spoiled little brat springs to mind.”
“I could never imagine that of you Sarah,” he said, stopping beside an ice-cream van.
“Rick, believe me I can be a nasty bitch when I want to be. I got over it though, when Skye was born. She was so sweet, so tiny and I loved her from the moment I saw in my mother’s arm. As it turned out she was more of a mummy’s girl, so I never did have to share father with her in that way, I was still his special girl, right up until the day he died.” He pulled an arm around her, and kissed the top of his head.
“How about that ice-cream I owe you?” he asked. She smiled up at him, and nodded.
“Yes please.”
“What flavour?” Sarah perused the list of different flavours.
“Chocolate chip please,” she said.
“One mint chip and one chocolate chip please,” he said, placing a fiver on the counter.
“Thank you,” she said, taking it from him. They wandered to a bench and sat down, looking out onto the harbour.
“God it’s so nice here,” she again, licking her ice cream. Rick slung and arm around her shoulder and she snuggled into him, his scent sending happy shivers through her body.
“Hey, look that boat is called Hemmingway, how funny,” she remarked, pointing to a rather luxurious looking speedboat tied up in the harbour. Rick swallowed, and took a bite of his ice cream.
“Yes, how funny,” he agreed, knowing full well, that it was his. It was okay, he was going to tell her tonight. Just this one day, it was all he wanted, one full day of her thinking he was someone else. Maybe, he hoped she had fallen in love with him and then when he told her, she would not care, what or who, he used to be.
“Rick, thank you,
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