lilies.
“What are these? We didn’t order them.”
Orange Jacket winked. “Your name is on the card, and with an address like that, this has to be the place.”
Kaylie looked at the card attached to the flowers. Larkspurs, one of the few she could recognize without a book. “ Ms. K. Wells, Wolf Point Lighthouse, twelve miles off the coast of Cornwall, Atlantic Ocean ,” she read. “Oh, very funny.”
“Someone thinks so. See you next week.”
Kaylie leaned the flowers next to the door and carefully made her way out across the rocks to her pond. The wind and waves tried to send her into the sea, but she somehow kept her balance. She put the lilies under the chicken wire and headed back to the ladder. By the time she’d clambered up, she was exhausted.
Angus stood there in his full wet weather gear, his eyes glinting in anger. “Are ye trying tae get yerself killed, lassie?” he yelled. “I was aboot to come an’ drag yer sorry butt back in here by yer hair. Ye could have been swept oot tae sea.”
“I’m fine,” she said, wringing the water from her hair. “Rob sent lilies for the pond, so I was putting them in there. The weather is simply a little rain and wind, that’s all. Nothing major, and definitely nothing to get your knickers in a twist over.”
“Women.” He pulled off his oilskin coat and sou’wester and tossed them back on the pegs. He grabbed one of the crates and headed up the stairs with it.
Kaylie laid her flowers on top of the second crate and followed him.
His loud brogue was irate as he complained to Lucas about little girls who should know better than go skedaddling over the rocks in the wind and rain.
She sighed. She could do this job just as well as any bloke and thought they were beyond this now. She dumped the crate on the table and turned to go back for the last one.
“I’ll get it.” Angus stomped off to the stairs.
Kaylie looked at his retreating back. “I’m sorry.” There was no answer. “Think I upset him,” she said quietly.
Lucas snorted. “Ya think?” He turned to the box on the side.
Angus came back in. “Ye scared the living daylights oot o’me when yer did nae coom back. I could nae see yer because of all the foam and spray.”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated.
“Apology accepted, lassie. Just dinna do it again.”
Lucas grabbed the bunch of larkspurs. “Who are these from?” he asked. Then he snorted with laughter. “Hey, Angus, we have an address now. Wolf Point Lighthouse, twelve miles off the coast of Cornwall, Atlantic Ocean according to this here card.”
Kaylie rolled her eyes and held out a hand. “Give.”
Lucas winked and slapped her hand. “Mosquito…”
“Oh, very funny.” She snatched the card and opened it. “It’s from Rob. It says ‘ To brighten up Rapunzel’s tower.’ And they will certainly do that.” She moved to the cupboard and pulled out the only vase.
Lucas began to unpack the crate. “Another parcel for you, Kaylie.”
She put the flowers into the vase and took the package. Shaking it, she grinned as it rattled.
“Such a child,” Angus commented.
Kaylie poked out her tongue and ripped the box open. She pulled out a yellow plastic duck and laughed as she read the note. “To keep the water lilies company.” She studied the duck. “No, you’re too cute to live outside.” She put him on the window sill and grinned. “You can sit there and make sure these men wash the dishes properly.”
Lucas picked up the discarded envelope and stuck it on the pin board on the wall. “Definitely our new address,” he said.
Kaylie yawned. “Think I might go and crash for a few,” she said. “Leave you guys to unpack.” She took the envelope from the pin board. “Mine.” She grinned, and then headed down to the bedroom and curled up on her bed. She pulled her Bible across and read the passage for that morning. She’d just closed her eyes when a hand shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes.
“What are these? We didn’t order them.”
Orange Jacket winked. “Your name is on the card, and with an address like that, this has to be the place.”
Kaylie looked at the card attached to the flowers. Larkspurs, one of the few she could recognize without a book. “ Ms. K. Wells, Wolf Point Lighthouse, twelve miles off the coast of Cornwall, Atlantic Ocean ,” she read. “Oh, very funny.”
“Someone thinks so. See you next week.”
Kaylie leaned the flowers next to the door and carefully made her way out across the rocks to her pond. The wind and waves tried to send her into the sea, but she somehow kept her balance. She put the lilies under the chicken wire and headed back to the ladder. By the time she’d clambered up, she was exhausted.
Angus stood there in his full wet weather gear, his eyes glinting in anger. “Are ye trying tae get yerself killed, lassie?” he yelled. “I was aboot to come an’ drag yer sorry butt back in here by yer hair. Ye could have been swept oot tae sea.”
“I’m fine,” she said, wringing the water from her hair. “Rob sent lilies for the pond, so I was putting them in there. The weather is simply a little rain and wind, that’s all. Nothing major, and definitely nothing to get your knickers in a twist over.”
“Women.” He pulled off his oilskin coat and sou’wester and tossed them back on the pegs. He grabbed one of the crates and headed up the stairs with it.
Kaylie laid her flowers on top of the second crate and followed him.
His loud brogue was irate as he complained to Lucas about little girls who should know better than go skedaddling over the rocks in the wind and rain.
She sighed. She could do this job just as well as any bloke and thought they were beyond this now. She dumped the crate on the table and turned to go back for the last one.
“I’ll get it.” Angus stomped off to the stairs.
Kaylie looked at his retreating back. “I’m sorry.” There was no answer. “Think I upset him,” she said quietly.
Lucas snorted. “Ya think?” He turned to the box on the side.
Angus came back in. “Ye scared the living daylights oot o’me when yer did nae coom back. I could nae see yer because of all the foam and spray.”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated.
“Apology accepted, lassie. Just dinna do it again.”
Lucas grabbed the bunch of larkspurs. “Who are these from?” he asked. Then he snorted with laughter. “Hey, Angus, we have an address now. Wolf Point Lighthouse, twelve miles off the coast of Cornwall, Atlantic Ocean according to this here card.”
Kaylie rolled her eyes and held out a hand. “Give.”
Lucas winked and slapped her hand. “Mosquito…”
“Oh, very funny.” She snatched the card and opened it. “It’s from Rob. It says ‘ To brighten up Rapunzel’s tower.’ And they will certainly do that.” She moved to the cupboard and pulled out the only vase.
Lucas began to unpack the crate. “Another parcel for you, Kaylie.”
She put the flowers into the vase and took the package. Shaking it, she grinned as it rattled.
“Such a child,” Angus commented.
Kaylie poked out her tongue and ripped the box open. She pulled out a yellow plastic duck and laughed as she read the note. “To keep the water lilies company.” She studied the duck. “No, you’re too cute to live outside.” She put him on the window sill and grinned. “You can sit there and make sure these men wash the dishes properly.”
Lucas picked up the discarded envelope and stuck it on the pin board on the wall. “Definitely our new address,” he said.
Kaylie yawned. “Think I might go and crash for a few,” she said. “Leave you guys to unpack.” She took the envelope from the pin board. “Mine.” She grinned, and then headed down to the bedroom and curled up on her bed. She pulled her Bible across and read the passage for that morning. She’d just closed her eyes when a hand shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes.
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