‘I’ll be here for your gig though,’ Perry told her.
‘Good.’
‘Will… anybody else be going?’ he tentatively enquired.
Emma frowned. ‘Such as?’
‘Felix?’
She laughed. ‘I don’t think so. I’m not sure Red Rose Brewery would be Felix Paschal’s scene.’
‘Hmm, I wouldn’t bank on that,’ Perry remarked sagely. His gut instinct, from a man’s point of view, was that his daughter couldn’t fail but make an impact on Felix. Or was he just biased because he was her dad?
Emma rolled her eyes. As if.
Bunty was considering what clothes to take on her narrowboat holiday. Hating the cold, she was thinking thermals, thick stockings, chunky jumpers, woolly hats, gloves, fury boots and padded coats. Not quite what she’d had in mind when thinking of a mini break, but still, Bunty expected fun. Simply being with Perry made life enjoyable. Often, she would wonder how she’d coped for so long without him. His very presence lit up her being. But Bunty, being Bunty, craved more.
She wanted to live with Perry. They had so much lost time to make up for, why not? Unless that is, Perry still needed his own space? Well, only one way to find out, thought Bunty; she’d ask him. Yes, she was going to take matters into her own hands. The bitter resentment caused by her father years ago had never left, thereby making her all the more determined to control her own destiny now. Bunty was finally going to right the past. In fact, she would go the whole hog. She was going to propose to Perry.
