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Pe
Henry breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Would you like a glass of mulled wine, while you wait?’ She filled a vase with water and plonked the roses in some haphazard arrangement.
‘Yes please, it smells wonderful,’ Henry said, sitting down at the large dining table. He watched her as she moved around the kitchen. There was something so captivating about her, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
‘It’s my own recipe, I just sort of threw some ingredients together.’ Pe
‘Sounds very potent.’
Pe
‘Yeah, it might be. I haven’t tried it. At least neither of us are driving.’
A giant, deep red, shaggy beast ambled into the kitchen, sniffing at the lasagne that was warming in the oven. Henry laughed; he had never seen anything so ridiculous-looking in his entire life.
‘Wow, what breed is he?’
Pe
‘That’s a lot of halves.’
‘I know. He thinks he’s a tiny lap-sized dog too, always climbs on my lap for a cuddle and then squashes me to death, he must weigh seven stone. Seriously, he could give pony rides to small children.’
‘He looks like a Muppet.’
‘Don’t say that, you’ll upset him, but yes I know. The vet says he has never seen any dog so red before and with his shaggy fur he does look as if he’s just walked off Sesame Street. Henry, meet Bernard. Bernard, this is Henry, our new neighbour.’
Bernard came and sniffed him with a vague interest. Clearly Henry met with Bernard’s approval as he sat on Henry’s feet, demanding to be stroked. Henry stroked his head and rubbed his chest. He looked up to see Pe
He watched as she poured two large glasses of the mulled wine concoction and brought them to the table. She passed Henry his glass.
‘Should we make a toast?’ she asked.
‘How about… to new begi
She stared at him and then smiled, chinking her glass against his.
His grey eyes were so intense, like he was studying her, searching for answers to some unanswered question. He took a sip without taking his eyes off hers and she noticed straight away that he didn’t have a wedding ring.
‘Thank you for decorating next door for Christmas by the way. Daisy will love it.’
‘My pleasure. I didn’t get you a tree. I guessed that you and Daisy would want to get one together.’
‘She’d like that, thank you.’ Henry smiled and Pe
She focussed her attention on Bernard for a moment so she wouldn’t have to look at the smile.
‘So what brings you to White Cliff Bay?’ Pe
‘Work mainly. I have a job at the White Cliff Bay Furniture Company, starting after Christmas.’
Her eyes widened. ‘As a carpenter?’
He nodded. That at least explained the lack of a wedding ring; he worked with tools like she did, and wearing jewellery could cause injury.
‘Wow, they are so selective about who they take on,’ Pe
‘Yes, it kind of felt like The Generation Game with all these tasks that we had to do. We were shown once how to do a process and then had to replicate it within a certain time with the utmost quality and care. It was a whole day thing with the woodwork skills demonstration in the morning and a panel of seven interviewers grilling me for over two hours in the afternoon. I came out feeling like I had run a marathon.’
‘They only take on the very best so you clearly did something to impress them. It will be a huge feather in your cap if you ever decide to move on. Everyone knows how prestigious the company is.’
Henry took a big swig of the wine. ‘We don’t intend to move on. I hope to stay in White Cliff Bay for some time.’
The way he said that, staring right at her, sent shivers down her spine. Was he flirting with her? She shook that silly thought out of her head, taking a big gulp of the wine. It was spicy and fruity and, as Henry said, very potent.
She tried to tear her eyes away from Henry’s gaze but struggled to do so. She quickly turned away from the table to dish up the lasagne.
‘Have you always been a carpenter?’
‘Yes, I love it. There is something wonderful about creating something beautiful with your own hands. I’ve made and sold my own furniture but I’ve also made wooden jewellery and statues too. That’s more of a hobby, though, but it’s something I like to do in my spare time. I know I asked the agency about this, but they said you would be happy for me to use the shed as a sort of workshop?’
Pe
‘What is it you do, Pe
‘I’m an ice carver.’
‘Oh, that’s cool. And do you get enough work in that line of business?’
She placed the plate of lasagne down in front of him and sat down to eat hers. ‘Do I get enough to pay for this place, you mean?’
Henry’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Sorry, that came across as very nosy, didn’t it? Ignore me. I hate it when people ask me about my work and my money. It’s absolutely none of my business.’
‘The house belonged to my parents, I grew up here, but they emigrated to Italy several years ago and left the house to me and my brother. He lives in the next town and I bought him out of his half of the house. I’m the only ice carver for miles and there are weddings every weekend, business functions, parties. I have to turn down many jobs because I just don’t have enough time to do them. It pays very well.’
Henry looked surprised but she’d got used to those comments by now; no one took her job very seriously and certainly didn’t believe that she could support herself on it.
‘And, erm… is there a Mr Meadows?’
Pe
‘I’m presuming by the way you are murdering that piece of lasagne that I’ve stepped on a sore nerve there. My apologies.’
Pe
‘I only asked because that hoodie looks way too big to belong to you,’ Henry said.
‘I just like big jumpers or hoodies. They’re comfortable. There isn’t a Mr Meadows, there never has been. Everyone in the town says I should be married with babies by now so it gets a bit wearing. I… I’ve had my heart broken in the past and I guess I’m wary of falling in love again.’
She stared at her di
‘So you’ll have to go to the Christmas Eve ball now you’re a resident of White Cliff Bay,’ Pe