Because he was right.
But for Rally and Courtney, I knew he’d keep his cool.
Thus, I decided on saying nothing, just sticking to my plan of keeping an eye out.
He tucked my hand around his elbow, and we headed out.
Primrose Lodge was outstanding from the outside, though smaller than The Downs.
But inside, they’d kept décor that had probably been there since two turns of a century.
It wasn’t worn down, but it was worn (mildly) and dated (completely).
Still pretty, in its way.
But it wasn’t bright and warm and open, like The Downs.
While all sorts of scurrying was going on throughout the house, Battle escorted me out of it and onto the lawn, slowing his gait as I navigated it in my nude heels.
He then sat me in one of the white chairs arranged before an arch festooned splendiferously in peach, cream and yellow flowers, set up in front of the detached orangery.
He bent and touched his lips to mine, then moved to the other men wearing morning suits who were loitering at the arch.
Okay.
So…
It was a month after the Hamish/Christian weekend at The Downs.
And a lot had happened.
Let’s get into it.
First, I started my book, and yes, it was obsessing me.
Though, two things were cool about writing in the studio.
One, I found it was kind of fun to “go to work” rather than stumbling to my desk in my house with a cup of coffee and a bedhead.
At The Downs, I got up.
I took a shower.
I got dressed.
Then the cats and I headed out to the studio, now covered in blooming wisteria, which if the wind blew, sent confetti petals all over the place. And the wind blew often.
It was like being in my own magical little world.
I would arrive in the studio to what Patsy sorted for me to be treated to: a big carafe of coffee, a jug of cream in a bed of ice and something lovely but easy to eat, like an almond croissant and some fruit or a bacon butty (and some fruit).
The second thing that was cool about writing my book in that studio (okay, so this wasn’t strictly about the studio, but it was about what I was doing there) was running my chapters by Battle, I found to my surprise, was awesome.
Due to that response, obviously, he hadn’t nixed anything (yet).
But his compliments and enthusiasm meant the world.
Better?
