‘What was that?’
‘Nothing. What were you saying about Beth?’
‘What was that? Have you met the site manager yet?’
Ah, fuck.
Not wanting to answer, I rub my fingernail over the tiny microphone, almost deafening Kit.
‘Jesus Christ!’
‘What? I can’nae hear. Listen, the line is shite. I’ll give you a call from the mainland tomorrow and we’ll talk then.’
I hang up before Kit has time to protest, stabbing the off button and shoving the thing into my back pocket.
Why am I still here? The fuck only knows. I’d cancelled my flight in the hopes of seeing more of Fin again.Lots more.But what I wasactually doingin her wee hideaway is a question a bit easier to answer. Easier, though maybe not totally sane. There’s something decidedly un-masculine about admitting you’ve slept with your head on someone’s pillow just to enjoy the scent of them.
So the weekend hadn’t gone exactly as planned. At a loose end, I’d ventured into the gardens, somewhere I’d sworn not to go. I’d told myself I’d just have a wee keek, seeing as how I was at a loose end, and by sunset, I’d drawn up restoration plans. I’d barely had time for a quick shower before heading over to the mainland to meet the woman who’d just stomped away.
By her mood this morning, she mustn’t be the only one that had a shite weekend.
The best laid plans often turned to fuck, so I hadn’t spent the weekend being holed up in Fin’s wee house, balls deep inside the woman herself. Furthermore, she’d left me sitting alone in the revamped pool hall Saturday night. The first time I’d ever been stood up. It was a novel experience, though one I’m not keen to repeat.
And I’d expected to be angry seeing her getting out of her car. I wasn’t. It might have something to do with what I’ve been up to in her little house. I may or may not have had a wee rake through her drawers, not that she can complain. If she’d turned up, I’d’ve been better occupied.Better fulfilled.So I had a nosey. Slept with my head on her pillow, which is just a bit daft, and makes me feel soft to admit. But it’s not all bad. I did discover Fin owns some seriously sexy underwear.
And that little fact made me rock hard.
Hard enough to add to my list of misdemeanours.
So, I might’ve jacked off in her wee house.
And I might’ve, not five minutes ago, offered to show her the same.
I don’t know what it is about her exactly; I only know I’m not done. There’s more to her than meets the eye; things she’s not saying. Things that don’t add up. The watch for starters. Your average punter wouldn’t know aPatek Phillipefrom aCasio. And the fact that she’s been hiding out here.
I’ll not lie, it’s kind of worrying, though it’s a notion I’m trying hard to suppress. I’d hate to find her ex is causing her some kind of harm. It’s obvious she’s been staying here and I’m not convinced she’s told me the truth.
So I’m still here. Hanging on. Even as I wonder why.
I thought I’d shag her out of my system over the weekend, but we know how that worked out. And now, after this morning, I’m thinking I should leave well alone.
There’s something about her, something secretive, for sure. And fuck me if that doesn’t add to the allure.
My arse cheek vibrates, so I slip out my phone and see a text from Kit.
Glad you’re looking at the gardens. Looking forward to seeing your plans. Don’t know if you got what I was saying, but this thing about Beth; we need to talk.
All of a sudden, I become aware of the cold. It’s bright and sunny, but,fuck, is it freezing. Still swearing under my breath, I make my way to the ground keepers’ workshop, sure I’ve left my jacket down there.
