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started his car and set off for home, feeling a loneliness that he hadn't felt in over ten years. It certainly didn't take much for it to feel as if life was crashing down around you, he thought.
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Carrie had never been so glad to have company as she was that weekend. Rob had phoned out of the blue and invited himself and a few fellow musicians for the weekend. They were finding London too stifling for creative writing and wanted to borrow Carrie's sound-proofed exercise room for a few days, where they could hole up with their instruments and create music without disturbing anyone. She'd met them all in the past and they were a great bunch of guys.
Carrie also suspected that they hoped to be spoilt rotten with Moira's wonderful home cooking. This unexpected visit was a blessing after the disaster of the previous evening. Carrie spent the day helping Moira get the house ready, keeping her mind off Jake.
They arrived late afternoon, full of spirits and with enough luggage for a month never mind a weekend! They proved to be great company as they enjoyed grilled wild salmon and Moira's infamous home made apple pie with custard. It was something Rob insisted on whenever he stayed.
She spent friday evening catching up with Rob's news and as usual, they ended up around the piano. With other musicians there too, it sounded as if she had an orchestra in her living room. Just as well she didn't have any neighbours, she thought at one point during a particularly loud burst!
Singing always helped her forget and for a while tonight, it worked its magic again. Carrie sang some of her favourite numbers completely unaware that Jake was walking along the Estate road by her house. The sound of her voice carried in the silence of the night, and he thought she sounded like an angel.
Carrie fell into bed around midnight, exhausted enough to sleep and yet it eluded her. For a second night she found her thoughts going back over the previous evening's meal. She'd seen a different side to Jake last night; had found things in common with him. She'd wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him instead of just reaching out her hand, but there was still a reserve there that had held her back.
Having opened herself up to him, she wanted more. But he'd destroyed it all with a few angry words.
She felt physically frustrated at taking what felt like ten steps backwards instead of a few steps forward. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt that moving forward would end up in his bed. Well, perhaps moving backwards was a wise move - ending up in his bed was bound to be just a short term affair and she wasn't sure she was cut out for that. Not that she loved him or wanted anything more. Love! God, she was confused. She just didn't know what she really wanted.
On top of all that, she'd received another threat today. Having Rob and his friends there had managed to lessen the effect of receiving it, even though this time it made mention of her imminent trip to London. This was the first time a letter had been so specific and the police were taking it very seriously. She was due to give the main speech of the evening at an entrepreneurial event and it was well advertised so there was no need to waste time trying to work out how the harasser had found out.
There was no way she could get out of going, and wouldn't anyway. She refused to show weakness to whoever was sending those letters. Feeling upset, frustrated and angry in quick succession over the mess her life was currently in, Carrie tossed and turned, and finally drifted off into a fitful sleep in the early hours.
Next morning, while Rob and his friends spent a fruitful few hours working on their music, Carrie spent time with Charlie and Josh, helping them to put a jigsaw together.
She thought back to the phone call she'd got from Lynne and was delighted with the news she'd heard. It hadn't taken Phil long to convince Lynne that he was different. She'd sounded so happy on the phone and Carrie had heard Phil in
*
Carrie had never been so glad to have company as she was that weekend. Rob had phoned out of the blue and invited himself and a few fellow musicians for the weekend. They were finding London too stifling for creative writing and wanted to borrow Carrie's sound-proofed exercise room for a few days, where they could hole up with their instruments and create music without disturbing anyone. She'd met them all in the past and they were a great bunch of guys.
Carrie also suspected that they hoped to be spoilt rotten with Moira's wonderful home cooking. This unexpected visit was a blessing after the disaster of the previous evening. Carrie spent the day helping Moira get the house ready, keeping her mind off Jake.
They arrived late afternoon, full of spirits and with enough luggage for a month never mind a weekend! They proved to be great company as they enjoyed grilled wild salmon and Moira's infamous home made apple pie with custard. It was something Rob insisted on whenever he stayed.
She spent friday evening catching up with Rob's news and as usual, they ended up around the piano. With other musicians there too, it sounded as if she had an orchestra in her living room. Just as well she didn't have any neighbours, she thought at one point during a particularly loud burst!
Singing always helped her forget and for a while tonight, it worked its magic again. Carrie sang some of her favourite numbers completely unaware that Jake was walking along the Estate road by her house. The sound of her voice carried in the silence of the night, and he thought she sounded like an angel.
Carrie fell into bed around midnight, exhausted enough to sleep and yet it eluded her. For a second night she found her thoughts going back over the previous evening's meal. She'd seen a different side to Jake last night; had found things in common with him. She'd wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him instead of just reaching out her hand, but there was still a reserve there that had held her back.
Having opened herself up to him, she wanted more. But he'd destroyed it all with a few angry words.
She felt physically frustrated at taking what felt like ten steps backwards instead of a few steps forward. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt that moving forward would end up in his bed. Well, perhaps moving backwards was a wise move - ending up in his bed was bound to be just a short term affair and she wasn't sure she was cut out for that. Not that she loved him or wanted anything more. Love! God, she was confused. She just didn't know what she really wanted.
On top of all that, she'd received another threat today. Having Rob and his friends there had managed to lessen the effect of receiving it, even though this time it made mention of her imminent trip to London. This was the first time a letter had been so specific and the police were taking it very seriously. She was due to give the main speech of the evening at an entrepreneurial event and it was well advertised so there was no need to waste time trying to work out how the harasser had found out.
There was no way she could get out of going, and wouldn't anyway. She refused to show weakness to whoever was sending those letters. Feeling upset, frustrated and angry in quick succession over the mess her life was currently in, Carrie tossed and turned, and finally drifted off into a fitful sleep in the early hours.
Next morning, while Rob and his friends spent a fruitful few hours working on their music, Carrie spent time with Charlie and Josh, helping them to put a jigsaw together.
She thought back to the phone call she'd got from Lynne and was delighted with the news she'd heard. It hadn't taken Phil long to convince Lynne that he was different. She'd sounded so happy on the phone and Carrie had heard Phil in
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