Good week for me. There'll be more on that soon. Let's just say I'm a happy writer bunny and leave it at that for now. :D
The silence was broken by the thunk of a wheelbarrow in the yard.
“What was that?” Iain kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Valeria. She’s come to see to her horse.”
“The Russian girl? I want to see.” He retrieved his jeans and fastened his shirt.
“Don’t let her see you, for fuck’s sake. She may want coffee or something.” I found my jeans and straightened my jumper.
Iain lifted the blind and peered beneath it. “I bet that blonde isn’t natural. She should’ve done her roots for Christmas.”