Bryan walked to the shop, whistling a tune when he saw her. The world tilted, it couldn’t have been her.“ Rhoda?” he asked, walking closer to her, trying his best to believe it wasn’t her, but it was, he knew it, but he didn’t want it to be.Dear God, he thought.“In truth.” she said, a light laugh escaping her lips, he wasn’t deceived. He saw the calculated glint he saw in her eyes, he could see after all this time, the hardness of her expression, that ran bone deep. No, he wasn’t deceived.“ what are you doing here?”“ Visiting.” she replied in that light manner. “ Bryan, i thought… i thought it was necessary to talk.”He looked skyward and prayed for patience.“ Talk about what? About what really? How did you eve
Rhoda thought on and off about what to do next. He would not shrug her off just like that. He would not push her aside.He would not choose that little thing over her.She paced the living room of the house she rented and then collapsed on the chair, tears streaming down her face. If it hadn’t been for Bryan’s best friend, Duncan, he would never have found out about peter, her lover.“ stupid Duncan.” she heaved out. “ stupid peter.” she squeaked.When Bryan let go of their relationship, she had thought he was bluffing. She called his bluff, let him take what she had thought as space. She had not foreseen him leaving London for Ireland. SHe had not foreseen him moving here and finding Love. she had expected him to pine, to beg.She had been wrong.&
Sweetheart rode fast, over moor and fen, and Bryan did nothing to slow her down, he thought he needed the speed, thought he needed the wind that caressed his hair that needed a trim, that blew against his face. His smiled, in spite of himself, his babygirl that ran beneath knew him, knew that he needed that which she offered, she just had to have known.She did a jump over a fence, and Bryan let out a laugh, and realised with a joltthat he’dreally never given Aine a ride with Sweetheart, he would have to fix that.He made her come to a stop by a stream. They had ridden thick into the woods , much farther away than the place where he and Aine had been the day he had seen her picking berries with her dog, kenell. The day they had met.He looked around, and breathed in the sweetness of the air, and for the first time, in a very long time, he thought. He thought about the day he met Rhoda.
He watched them through the woods. He had a cigar in between his lips, and his hands in the pocket of the his trousers.So it was true, he thought. What Rhoda had told him about the both of them was true.He took out the cigarette from his mouth and ground it beneath his boots,“ little tramp.” he swore.She would pay, they both would, he vowed.~~~~~He put an arm around her, and held sweetheart’s rein in the other. She wrapped both arms around him, holding the bouquet of
He kept an arm around her as they walked into his house, both her arms around his midline, her chhek pressed to his side.She took in the space of his living room. He’d added a few additions since the last time she came. A fuzzy warm mat, a peach flowervase, some paintings that depicted nature, some throw pillows, giving the palour a cozy feel. She liked it, and told him as much.“ i’m glad you do,” he said in reply, “but i’m not finished, i’m not just sure whar else to add, still waiting for it to come to me.” She nodded, understanding. He led heer to a couch and sat beside her,“ would you like me to get you anything, apple juice? “ He knew she favoured apple juice.“ okay, that will do.” he nodded, got up, “ let me get a vase for these,” he said, referring to the bouquet of flowers, making her smile.&
“Callum is the man I was with.” Bryan folded a leg underneath and rested an arm on the head of the couch they shared. He adjusted a push pillow behind her, saying with his eyes, he wanted her to relax. She did. Tried to at least.She blew out a breath and looked up at him.“ Are you done talking about Rhoda?” he searched his mind.“ she came to your shop.” he said, not a question. But a statement, so cool. It made her worry about telling him that tidbit. Because he was sure she was the one, and so was she. Surprisingly, so was she.“ Twice, and Kenell nearly attacked. Kenell attacks nothing but squirrels and his own tail.” She was doing her best to lighten the gravity of the situation. Bryan caught it, smiled, but she could see it in eyes, the seriousness, the weight.“ What could she want?” he asked quietly, and ran his
“I think there comes a time, you start to make decisions that will affect your life for good time to come. When you have to say goodbye to the old and hello to the new, even when letting go is hard. But youhave to, because sometimes, the unfamiliar is just what you’re needing. I think it isn’t easy, but sometimes the hard is what fighting for too. The hard is necessary. All things considered, moving on is the only way you can be introduced to a brand new you, a better you. Hopefully a happier you” She put down her pen, by the journal and stroked a hand down kenell’s head. He’d fallen asleep, head in her lap and she had welcomed him, welcomed the beauty of his rain soaked head. He had no qualms like that, placing his wet body against her like he owned her. And maybe he did, maybe he owned her more than she owned him. She wondered at him, kenell knew his place beside her, was so sure of it and never had to doubt it. She wondered at that kind of trust, that kind of knowi
Aine wasn’t an exceptionally early riser, that worked fine and well for him. He walked into her kitchen with his pyjamas trousers and a white t-shirt that was snug against his torso. He put water in the kettle and placed it on the burner. The woman he knew wasn’t a coffee person, so he settled for tea. She had packs and packs of tea. Chamomile, vanilla, even peppermint. They actually smelled nice and he thought he understood her attraction to them, hopefully they tasted even better. He selected the chamomile for her, and when placed two bags in a dainty teapot, that made him smile. The little teapot all but said “ Aine.” He poured some hot water into the pot and let the bags sit. He went into her fridge and scanned it: yoghurt, eggs, milk, cheese, sausages, vegetables. Fruit, some Jams, he knew, she made herself. He brought out some eggs and bacon and got started on breakfast. It was just her and the dog. there were hardly any signs of take out, so he knew sh