had to offer. I think it’s funny, Megs went all that way and met her husband there and he’s not even Australian.”
“And Josie met Jack, who also isn’t Australian. Did you meet an Australian?” he asks, looking interested in my answer.
“There were a couple of guys, nothing serious… at least not now anyway.”
“So you’re single?”
“Yes, and I’m not looking for anything right now, I’m just being me for now.” I smile.
I can’t explain any more than that and I’m glad when he doesn’t ask me to. Our main courses arrive and we both enjoy trying each other’s choice and chatting. When we’re stuffed, Carter insists on paying, practically throwing my card across the room when I suggest going halves. It seems Carter has been raised the old fashioned way. We walk back to the hotel a lot slower than before, still chatting and when we arrive back, he seems hesitant to end the night.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? If it’s still okay to catch a ride to London with you?”
“Of course, a road trip, I’m looking forward to the company.” I tell him.
“Me too.”
“Thank you for a lovely evening, Carter.” I tell him, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you, too.” he smiles.
I open the door to my room and step inside, I hear Carter’s door click closed a few seconds later. I get ready for bed and switch on the TV, flicking through the channels to find something to watch. I settle on Harry Potter and grin when I get a text from Megan.
Megan: ITV are showing Harry Potter. I hope you’ve had a good evening, did you get dinner? We’re driving back tomorrow, can we have coffee when you’re back in London? x
Me: Absolutely! I’ve literally just found it. I’ll phone when I’m back. Coffee sounds great. Get some rest! Love you x
I’m settled in bed when there’s a knock at the door, I get up and just as I approach, a note is passed under it and I hear a shuffle of feet on the other side.
I thought you might need something to help you sleep. C x
I open the door and sitting on a little plate is a cup of hot chocolate and a packet of cookies. I grin as I pick them up and bring them back into my room. I snuggle back into bed and take a sip of the hot chocolatey goodness, it’s as good as last night, how does he do it? I open the cookies and take a bite while I send Carter a message.
Me: You could have come in you know. I’m going to sleep well tonight after your famous hot chocolate - thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Breakfast? xC
Carter: Absolutely. The little coffee shop down the road? 8.30?
Me: It’s a date. Sleep well xC
I don’t see the end of Harry Potter, but I do fall asleep with a smile on my face and a feeling of hope in my stomach.
The next morning, Carter knocks on my door and we walk the short distance to the nearest coffee shop, I’m surprised there is hardly anyone around. Carter holds open the door for me and I step in, turning around once I’m inside to ask him what he wants, he frowns at me and shakes his head.
“You’re not buying my coffee. I’d like to buy them, what would you like?” he asks me.
“It’s acceptable for a woman to buy the drinks you know? And you bought dinner last night.” I pout at him.
“Of course it is, just not today. What do you want?”
I place my order; a caramel macchiato and a muffin and go to get us a table while Carter waits for the order. I watch him from where I sit, he’s a little taller than Jack but just as dark. His eyes are the exact same shade of brown and his smile actually stops women in their tracks. I see the female serving him lean over the counter and flirtatiously rub his arm, he flashes her his all American smile as he thanks her then takes the tray and I swear she looks like she’s about to faint.
Jeez.
Carter Manning is a charmer.
He walks over and starts unloading our drinks and muffins. When everything is on the table he sits down and
“And Josie met Jack, who also isn’t Australian. Did you meet an Australian?” he asks, looking interested in my answer.
“There were a couple of guys, nothing serious… at least not now anyway.”
“So you’re single?”
“Yes, and I’m not looking for anything right now, I’m just being me for now.” I smile.
I can’t explain any more than that and I’m glad when he doesn’t ask me to. Our main courses arrive and we both enjoy trying each other’s choice and chatting. When we’re stuffed, Carter insists on paying, practically throwing my card across the room when I suggest going halves. It seems Carter has been raised the old fashioned way. We walk back to the hotel a lot slower than before, still chatting and when we arrive back, he seems hesitant to end the night.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? If it’s still okay to catch a ride to London with you?”
“Of course, a road trip, I’m looking forward to the company.” I tell him.
“Me too.”
“Thank you for a lovely evening, Carter.” I tell him, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you, too.” he smiles.
I open the door to my room and step inside, I hear Carter’s door click closed a few seconds later. I get ready for bed and switch on the TV, flicking through the channels to find something to watch. I settle on Harry Potter and grin when I get a text from Megan.
Megan: ITV are showing Harry Potter. I hope you’ve had a good evening, did you get dinner? We’re driving back tomorrow, can we have coffee when you’re back in London? x
Me: Absolutely! I’ve literally just found it. I’ll phone when I’m back. Coffee sounds great. Get some rest! Love you x
I’m settled in bed when there’s a knock at the door, I get up and just as I approach, a note is passed under it and I hear a shuffle of feet on the other side.
I thought you might need something to help you sleep. C x
I open the door and sitting on a little plate is a cup of hot chocolate and a packet of cookies. I grin as I pick them up and bring them back into my room. I snuggle back into bed and take a sip of the hot chocolatey goodness, it’s as good as last night, how does he do it? I open the cookies and take a bite while I send Carter a message.
Me: You could have come in you know. I’m going to sleep well tonight after your famous hot chocolate - thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Breakfast? xC
Carter: Absolutely. The little coffee shop down the road? 8.30?
Me: It’s a date. Sleep well xC
I don’t see the end of Harry Potter, but I do fall asleep with a smile on my face and a feeling of hope in my stomach.
The next morning, Carter knocks on my door and we walk the short distance to the nearest coffee shop, I’m surprised there is hardly anyone around. Carter holds open the door for me and I step in, turning around once I’m inside to ask him what he wants, he frowns at me and shakes his head.
“You’re not buying my coffee. I’d like to buy them, what would you like?” he asks me.
“It’s acceptable for a woman to buy the drinks you know? And you bought dinner last night.” I pout at him.
“Of course it is, just not today. What do you want?”
I place my order; a caramel macchiato and a muffin and go to get us a table while Carter waits for the order. I watch him from where I sit, he’s a little taller than Jack but just as dark. His eyes are the exact same shade of brown and his smile actually stops women in their tracks. I see the female serving him lean over the counter and flirtatiously rub his arm, he flashes her his all American smile as he thanks her then takes the tray and I swear she looks like she’s about to faint.
Jeez.
Carter Manning is a charmer.
He walks over and starts unloading our drinks and muffins. When everything is on the table he sits down and
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