years. As the sun began to descend they made their way back to the B and B where they were booked in for dinner seeing as the owner had given them the option on check in. It meant they could share a bottle of wine and relax whilst they discussed the house.
Sam watched Mallory as he tucked into his steak. “Penny for ‘em?” he asked, as his fiancée drifted off somewhere and her eyes glazed over.
“Oh sorry. I think I was back in the cottage for a moment.” She shook her head as if to bring herself back to the present.
“And?”
“Well, all I can say is I never expected it to be so…so…”
“Perfect?”
“Perfect.”
~~~~~
On the Monday morning following their mini-break the all-important call had been made to put their offer forward. They had both adored the cottage. They just needed to secure it, but unfortunately it was in the hands of fate…well, the estate agents to be exact.
After three hours of pacing the floor, negotiating and nail biting, the final call came through from Scotland . Sam answered his cell phone and Mallory clung onto the hem of his shirt anxiously waiting for Sam’s facial expression to reveal the news.
“Ahuh…yes…okay…oh, yeah?...hmmmm…okay, well thanks for all your help Mr. Warriner, it’s much appreciated.” Sam hung up; his face stoic. He closed his eyes, ran his hands through his hair and let out a long breath. Mallory’s heart sank. Her eyes welled up. The dream was gone.
“Well, that’s it I guess.” Sam finally spoke in a low resigned tone.
Mallory stifled the sob that was desperate to lurch from her throat, “I guess so.” She slumped onto the sofa. Although she had been filled with trepidation about the whole thing, initially, to know that it wasn’t happening broke her heart a little. There were a few moments of silence as she tried to come to terms with the news.
“Yup…I am soooo not looking forward to all the packing.” He huffed, shaking his head.
Mallory hesitated, pondering that last sentence. She looked up slowly into the face of her beloved only to see the huge grin that had transplanted itself onto his flawless face.
“You rotten sod! You absolute mean GIT!” She screamed as the realisation of the truth dawned on her. She flung herself into the arms of the fibber and burst into floods of warm, ecstatic tears.
April 2011
Sam had been worrying about Mallory as the stress of the move was taking its toll on her appetite and she had lost weight. Even she admitted it wasn’t like her, but she put it down to excitement mostly. During one of their packing days he slid his arms around her and noticed the change.
He nuzzled her neck and said, “Hey, don’t you be turning all twiggy on me now! I love your curves. They are what make you so delicious.” He moved away to build yet another box.
“Believe me, it’s not intentional. I think it’s just the stress of moving so far away. You know, leaving Josie and Brad…the business…”
“I know, babe. But it will be so worth it when we get there, eh?”
“I know. I am looking forward to it. I think I’ll just be happier when we actually get there and we can relax.” She looked around at the boxes that surrounded them both. “And how on earth did we accumulate so much stuff?”
“Beats me, babe. I think most of it’s yours anyway.” He teased. She threw a cushion at him playfully but he caught it, “Want me to pack this?” She stuck her tongue out at him as he laughed.
“There is one positive thing about me losing weight.”
He came over and kissed her neck again, “Really? I can’t think of a single one.”
“Hmm, I would need to buy a whole new wardrobe.” She grinned.
Sam slid his arms around her, “Nah, if I have my way when we get to bonny Scotland you’ll be spending most of the time naked.” He wiggled his eyes suggestively making her giggle.
Sam pulled the loft ladder down and climbed up. “Oh.My.Gosh. Mallory, you thought down there was
Sam watched Mallory as he tucked into his steak. “Penny for ‘em?” he asked, as his fiancée drifted off somewhere and her eyes glazed over.
“Oh sorry. I think I was back in the cottage for a moment.” She shook her head as if to bring herself back to the present.
“And?”
“Well, all I can say is I never expected it to be so…so…”
“Perfect?”
“Perfect.”
~~~~~
On the Monday morning following their mini-break the all-important call had been made to put their offer forward. They had both adored the cottage. They just needed to secure it, but unfortunately it was in the hands of fate…well, the estate agents to be exact.
After three hours of pacing the floor, negotiating and nail biting, the final call came through from Scotland . Sam answered his cell phone and Mallory clung onto the hem of his shirt anxiously waiting for Sam’s facial expression to reveal the news.
“Ahuh…yes…okay…oh, yeah?...hmmmm…okay, well thanks for all your help Mr. Warriner, it’s much appreciated.” Sam hung up; his face stoic. He closed his eyes, ran his hands through his hair and let out a long breath. Mallory’s heart sank. Her eyes welled up. The dream was gone.
“Well, that’s it I guess.” Sam finally spoke in a low resigned tone.
Mallory stifled the sob that was desperate to lurch from her throat, “I guess so.” She slumped onto the sofa. Although she had been filled with trepidation about the whole thing, initially, to know that it wasn’t happening broke her heart a little. There were a few moments of silence as she tried to come to terms with the news.
“Yup…I am soooo not looking forward to all the packing.” He huffed, shaking his head.
Mallory hesitated, pondering that last sentence. She looked up slowly into the face of her beloved only to see the huge grin that had transplanted itself onto his flawless face.
“You rotten sod! You absolute mean GIT!” She screamed as the realisation of the truth dawned on her. She flung herself into the arms of the fibber and burst into floods of warm, ecstatic tears.
April 2011
Sam had been worrying about Mallory as the stress of the move was taking its toll on her appetite and she had lost weight. Even she admitted it wasn’t like her, but she put it down to excitement mostly. During one of their packing days he slid his arms around her and noticed the change.
He nuzzled her neck and said, “Hey, don’t you be turning all twiggy on me now! I love your curves. They are what make you so delicious.” He moved away to build yet another box.
“Believe me, it’s not intentional. I think it’s just the stress of moving so far away. You know, leaving Josie and Brad…the business…”
“I know, babe. But it will be so worth it when we get there, eh?”
“I know. I am looking forward to it. I think I’ll just be happier when we actually get there and we can relax.” She looked around at the boxes that surrounded them both. “And how on earth did we accumulate so much stuff?”
“Beats me, babe. I think most of it’s yours anyway.” He teased. She threw a cushion at him playfully but he caught it, “Want me to pack this?” She stuck her tongue out at him as he laughed.
“There is one positive thing about me losing weight.”
He came over and kissed her neck again, “Really? I can’t think of a single one.”
“Hmm, I would need to buy a whole new wardrobe.” She grinned.
Sam slid his arms around her, “Nah, if I have my way when we get to bonny Scotland you’ll be spending most of the time naked.” He wiggled his eyes suggestively making her giggle.
Sam pulled the loft ladder down and climbed up. “Oh.My.Gosh. Mallory, you thought down there was
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