thought of Avery moving away. “Don't make any decisions until you are sure it's what you want.”
“I won't.”
They passed the small bank of shops, which announced their arrival in Randall, before Gabe turned and eased the car up a steep road. A lone house sat on the cliff top, isolated from humanity, close to nature. It was an angular house built almost entirely from what appeared to be concrete and glass, a few decorative wooden screens dressed up the façade. He swung the car into the driveway and switched off the engine. The gardens surrounded a well-manicured and cared for area of lush green lawn, palm trees swayed in the breeze. Wax flowers, daisies and dwarf bottle brush added a kaleidoscope of color along with plants she didn't recognize. The overall effect was stunning.
“Welcome to my parents' home.” He opened the car door for her.
She stepped out. There was a gentle breeze blowing, she could smell the salt in the air. A freshness and purity she had not experienced for a very long time. “It's gorgeous, Gabe.” Avery moved to the rear of the vehicle to assist with her luggage.
A middle aged couple appeared on the porch and waved as Gabe reached for her hand and led her forward.
“Hi mom, dad.” He drew Avery up on to the porch. He put down her suitcase and pulled her close to his side. “This lovely lady is Avery Watson and I need her to stay here for a while. I’ll tell you about it inside.”
His father shook her hand first, “Hi, I'm Grant Jervis.”
“Hi.” Her murmured acknowledgement was barely a whisper.
Gabe had obviously gained his looks from his father. The man was shorter than his son by four or five inches and feathers of grey colored his dark hair. His eyes were of a more common shade of blue but there was no doubt the two men were related.
His mother stepped toward Avery and gathered her hands. She was a petite woman, barely reaching up to her husband's chest. Her blonde hair was also feathered with grey. Her eyes were grey, wrinkles creased the edges and they were sunken and sad. Avery guessed she had taken the loss of her daughter extremely badly. Wouldn't any mother?
“I'm Ruby Jervis. Please come in.”
She led Avery by the arm leaving her husband and son to collect the luggage and bring it inside.
The home outside was lovely, inside it was stunning. It had been tastefully, minimally decorated in gloss white, leather and glass. But, it was the magnificent view over the ocean that captured her attention. The minute she stepped into the foyer, her eyes were drawn through the entry, across what must be a family/kitchen room, to the huge bank of glass. Avery gasped at the natural beauty.
Gabe took her hand and led her over to the glass wall. He slid a panel aside and they stepped onto the balcony. Avery could see for miles. Rolling waves dotted with white caps, sea birds swooped, recovering unsuspecting small fish and all the while, the sun sparkled off the surface. It was magical and she sighed as Gabe held her close. His arm circled her waist.
“What do you think?”
She gazed up into his eyes. “It's absolutely amazing. I could sit out here for the rest of my life.”
He laughed. “It gets pretty cold in the winter months but from inside, the greyness, the rain on the glass, the wild waves – it all has its own beauty.”
“Yes it does.” She peered over the balcony. Steps beneath her led down onto a lawn surrounded by gardens. Off to one side was an infinity pool and lounges dotted the area where you could sit and read or just take in the vista. “The pool would make you feel like you were about to fall off the edge and land in the ocean.”
He chuckled. “I have never thought or noticed that but I guess it would.”
“Do you swim often?”
“Not in the pool. I come here on my days off. Sometimes I bring friends and we swim down at the beach.” He extended his arm to his right. “If you look over there you will see the cut away in the edge of the
“I won't.”
They passed the small bank of shops, which announced their arrival in Randall, before Gabe turned and eased the car up a steep road. A lone house sat on the cliff top, isolated from humanity, close to nature. It was an angular house built almost entirely from what appeared to be concrete and glass, a few decorative wooden screens dressed up the façade. He swung the car into the driveway and switched off the engine. The gardens surrounded a well-manicured and cared for area of lush green lawn, palm trees swayed in the breeze. Wax flowers, daisies and dwarf bottle brush added a kaleidoscope of color along with plants she didn't recognize. The overall effect was stunning.
“Welcome to my parents' home.” He opened the car door for her.
She stepped out. There was a gentle breeze blowing, she could smell the salt in the air. A freshness and purity she had not experienced for a very long time. “It's gorgeous, Gabe.” Avery moved to the rear of the vehicle to assist with her luggage.
A middle aged couple appeared on the porch and waved as Gabe reached for her hand and led her forward.
“Hi mom, dad.” He drew Avery up on to the porch. He put down her suitcase and pulled her close to his side. “This lovely lady is Avery Watson and I need her to stay here for a while. I’ll tell you about it inside.”
His father shook her hand first, “Hi, I'm Grant Jervis.”
“Hi.” Her murmured acknowledgement was barely a whisper.
Gabe had obviously gained his looks from his father. The man was shorter than his son by four or five inches and feathers of grey colored his dark hair. His eyes were of a more common shade of blue but there was no doubt the two men were related.
His mother stepped toward Avery and gathered her hands. She was a petite woman, barely reaching up to her husband's chest. Her blonde hair was also feathered with grey. Her eyes were grey, wrinkles creased the edges and they were sunken and sad. Avery guessed she had taken the loss of her daughter extremely badly. Wouldn't any mother?
“I'm Ruby Jervis. Please come in.”
She led Avery by the arm leaving her husband and son to collect the luggage and bring it inside.
The home outside was lovely, inside it was stunning. It had been tastefully, minimally decorated in gloss white, leather and glass. But, it was the magnificent view over the ocean that captured her attention. The minute she stepped into the foyer, her eyes were drawn through the entry, across what must be a family/kitchen room, to the huge bank of glass. Avery gasped at the natural beauty.
Gabe took her hand and led her over to the glass wall. He slid a panel aside and they stepped onto the balcony. Avery could see for miles. Rolling waves dotted with white caps, sea birds swooped, recovering unsuspecting small fish and all the while, the sun sparkled off the surface. It was magical and she sighed as Gabe held her close. His arm circled her waist.
“What do you think?”
She gazed up into his eyes. “It's absolutely amazing. I could sit out here for the rest of my life.”
He laughed. “It gets pretty cold in the winter months but from inside, the greyness, the rain on the glass, the wild waves – it all has its own beauty.”
“Yes it does.” She peered over the balcony. Steps beneath her led down onto a lawn surrounded by gardens. Off to one side was an infinity pool and lounges dotted the area where you could sit and read or just take in the vista. “The pool would make you feel like you were about to fall off the edge and land in the ocean.”
He chuckled. “I have never thought or noticed that but I guess it would.”
“Do you swim often?”
“Not in the pool. I come here on my days off. Sometimes I bring friends and we swim down at the beach.” He extended his arm to his right. “If you look over there you will see the cut away in the edge of the
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