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him in the three-legged race on sports day,’ Jasmine cut in. ‘It’s like watching a cheetah in action.’
Over the top of Dylan’s hedge, Jasmine saw the door to the bakery opening and Millie emerging with a rubbish bag. She set it against the side of the building and wiped a hand across her brow.
‘Looks like a good time to catch her if we’re going to,’ Jasmine observed.
‘Come on.’ Dylan rubbed his hands together like a panto villain. ‘Time to meet the neighbours…’
Spencer raised his eyebrows at Jasmine as she let out a huge sigh. Dylan bounded down the path and they followed him out of the gate as he jogged across the road.
‘Morning!’ he called.
Millie looked up with a small smile, which spread as she noticed Jasmine behind him. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ Millie asked as they arrived at the door of the bakery.
‘Lots of things,’ Jasmine said brightly. ‘Most important of all, though, we wanted to introduce a dear friend, Spencer Johns.’
Spencer smiled shyly and put his hand up in greeting. Millie took the briefest moment to appraise him. He was slim, but strong looking, with thick, black hair that seemed to defy any attempt to style it and bright blue eyes. His intelligent features crinkled into a smile that betrayed a dimple in each cheek. Where Dylan was all rugged outdoor sexuality, Spencer looked as though he might read poetry and discuss the meaning of life with you. Millie decided quickly that she liked him.
‘You’re taking on the old place?’ he asked with a nod at the building. ‘I had heard. It’s about time someone was brave enough to put the soul back into the bakery. It used to be a wonderful asset to the village.’
‘I don’t know about brave,’ Millie said, glancing back at her ramshackle home. ‘Stupid seems a lot more like it.’
‘That’s the other thing we wanted to talk to you about,’ Jasmine said. ‘How do you feel about coming for lunch? A sort of business-meeting lunch? We’ve got some ideas to put to you.’
Millie scratched her head through the floral headscarf she had tied over her hair. ‘I’d love to, but I have so much to do here…’ She glanced uncertainly at each of them in turn.
‘I’ve got time on my hands,’ Dylan replied cheerfully. ‘I can help you this morning, and then you’ll be able to come.’
‘It’s kind of you, but I couldn’t…’ Millie looked at Spencer hopefully as her sentence trailed to nothing, but he simply shoved his hands in his pockets with an amiable smile. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad having Dylan around to help, but she didn’t think she could cope with him alone. Somehow, Spencer seemed a lot less threatening. She wondered whether he would offer his services too.
‘Ordinarily I’d love to help, but I have a thousand details to plan for a school trip next week,’ Spencer said, seeming to guess her thoughts.
‘Spencer is also known as Mr Johns ,’ Jasmine said. ‘He teaches at the school, and more specifically, he teaches my triplets.’
‘We’re going to Stonehenge with the children, so I have loads of research to do about the place before we get there.’ Spencer ran a hand through his hair. ‘Kids are full of questions and I’m determined that they won’t catch me out with something I don’t know the answer to. It hasn’t happened yet, but it probably will.’
‘Stonehenge is a wonderful place, full of magic,’ Millie said earnestly, forgetting herself for a moment. ‘I mean, if you believe in magic,’ she added, blushing slightly.
‘I happen to think so too,’ Spencer said. ‘I don’t necessarily know a lot about it but I think that anything so spiritually important to the people who built it has its own kind of magic, y’know?’
Millie beamed at him. It was as though a light switch had gone on inside her. This was safe ground. Surveys and building work and bookkeeping were a mystery to her, but the things under the surface of the world that others
Over the top of Dylan’s hedge, Jasmine saw the door to the bakery opening and Millie emerging with a rubbish bag. She set it against the side of the building and wiped a hand across her brow.
‘Looks like a good time to catch her if we’re going to,’ Jasmine observed.
‘Come on.’ Dylan rubbed his hands together like a panto villain. ‘Time to meet the neighbours…’
Spencer raised his eyebrows at Jasmine as she let out a huge sigh. Dylan bounded down the path and they followed him out of the gate as he jogged across the road.
‘Morning!’ he called.
Millie looked up with a small smile, which spread as she noticed Jasmine behind him. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ Millie asked as they arrived at the door of the bakery.
‘Lots of things,’ Jasmine said brightly. ‘Most important of all, though, we wanted to introduce a dear friend, Spencer Johns.’
Spencer smiled shyly and put his hand up in greeting. Millie took the briefest moment to appraise him. He was slim, but strong looking, with thick, black hair that seemed to defy any attempt to style it and bright blue eyes. His intelligent features crinkled into a smile that betrayed a dimple in each cheek. Where Dylan was all rugged outdoor sexuality, Spencer looked as though he might read poetry and discuss the meaning of life with you. Millie decided quickly that she liked him.
‘You’re taking on the old place?’ he asked with a nod at the building. ‘I had heard. It’s about time someone was brave enough to put the soul back into the bakery. It used to be a wonderful asset to the village.’
‘I don’t know about brave,’ Millie said, glancing back at her ramshackle home. ‘Stupid seems a lot more like it.’
‘That’s the other thing we wanted to talk to you about,’ Jasmine said. ‘How do you feel about coming for lunch? A sort of business-meeting lunch? We’ve got some ideas to put to you.’
Millie scratched her head through the floral headscarf she had tied over her hair. ‘I’d love to, but I have so much to do here…’ She glanced uncertainly at each of them in turn.
‘I’ve got time on my hands,’ Dylan replied cheerfully. ‘I can help you this morning, and then you’ll be able to come.’
‘It’s kind of you, but I couldn’t…’ Millie looked at Spencer hopefully as her sentence trailed to nothing, but he simply shoved his hands in his pockets with an amiable smile. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad having Dylan around to help, but she didn’t think she could cope with him alone. Somehow, Spencer seemed a lot less threatening. She wondered whether he would offer his services too.
‘Ordinarily I’d love to help, but I have a thousand details to plan for a school trip next week,’ Spencer said, seeming to guess her thoughts.
‘Spencer is also known as Mr Johns ,’ Jasmine said. ‘He teaches at the school, and more specifically, he teaches my triplets.’
‘We’re going to Stonehenge with the children, so I have loads of research to do about the place before we get there.’ Spencer ran a hand through his hair. ‘Kids are full of questions and I’m determined that they won’t catch me out with something I don’t know the answer to. It hasn’t happened yet, but it probably will.’
‘Stonehenge is a wonderful place, full of magic,’ Millie said earnestly, forgetting herself for a moment. ‘I mean, if you believe in magic,’ she added, blushing slightly.
‘I happen to think so too,’ Spencer said. ‘I don’t necessarily know a lot about it but I think that anything so spiritually important to the people who built it has its own kind of magic, y’know?’
Millie beamed at him. It was as though a light switch had gone on inside her. This was safe ground. Surveys and building work and bookkeeping were a mystery to her, but the things under the surface of the world that others
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