Rocks and dirt clanged against the car as we drive off the carriageway, it’s starting to make me feel rather queasy. I’m gripping the side of the chair for dear life, Glen’s glancing at me with that look, his eyes rolling at me now and again.
“My driving isn’t that bad! Don’t over-exaggerate!”
I’m not used to off-roading like this and another bump proves me one hundred percent right. I turn to scowl at Glen but conveniently he’s leaning out the window.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now? I loved London but you know I hate surprises!” Another bump turns my laugh into something of a shriek; where the bloody hell are we going? He took a sharp turn and rolled down the windows, muttering to himself.
Somehow it looks familiar, we didn’t travel too far. The trees on the left side of the road are still the same, the river stretches out hitting the horizon. A gentle wind rustles through the willows that stand gallantly in the distance. I think I know where he’s taking me..
“Glen..”
He shushes me waving a hand.
“I think...if we turn off here we’re on the right track..”
“I hope so, all this wobbling is making me feel sick.” I sigh uncomfortably, holding my stomach. Letting him drive was the worst thing ever..
Suddenly all our surroundings fell into place, I know where we are! unfortunately I can’t say anything, I’m barked at once again for leaning too far forward in my seat.
“Evie..oh actually shut your eyes. I forgot it was a surprise...”
“Glen, really?”
“Shh! Don’t be a party pooper, just close them.”
“Glen. I know where we are now?”
“Evelyn Sheehan. Close your eyes.”
Fine.
I can’t really tell how long I’ve got my eyes shut and more wobbling makes me feel even more queasy but the familiar smell of orange blossoms and freshly baked apple pie tells me we’re here. The brakes are swiftly halted and the windows are rolled up; Glen gets out, letting more of the pleasant smells I’m so used to, intoxicate my nose.
“I’m opening my eyes..”
A few grumbles and he leads me out the car letting me open my eyes to the pleasant views that surround us.
“Tah dahhh!” Smug git looks so proud of himself. I let him have it though, he’d only get grumpy if I brag.
The sun seemed to be basking in its own rays. It hovered over the horizon and bright orange, yellow and apricot collided with the blue sky. Although it’s deceiving, the cold bites at my fingers but my face glows. My cold skin is warmed by the touch of Glen’s arm around my back, steadying ourselves as we walk up the cobbled pathway; it leads to a beautiful stone house with an old oak door one that I’ve knocked on, kicked and banged into countless times over the years.
“I talked to Mark and asked him where you’d want to go. I wanted something different so here we are!” he smiles happily pushing the door and taking me inside.
It’s toasty warm as usual the heating’s been blaring. The kitchen still looks the same; the stone paved floor is home to a gorgeous old kitchen with a vintage oven, the cupboards are a dark blue almost grey. I smile at the memory of Mark and I as kids – me on his shoulders opening different cupboards, we always used to search for the sweet jar Nana used to hide out of our reach. We never did find that. Ridding myself of my coat and shoes I decide to wander for a bit, letting Glen know while he started tea.
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Fire and Fury - Book 2 COMPLETE.
Storie d'amore"Your addiction was that...mine was you...funny how things change isn't it?" A year after Fire and Rain he's broken on the edge of oblivion and drowning in drink. She's happy, successful and living a life she's always dreamed of. Will they find t...
