James
Charlotte's here. Michael messaged me to say she'd arrived, so, despite dismal weather and a hairy drive up the mountain on icy roads, I'm smiling. I keep finding myself laughing for no reason....
.... No reason at all....
As I pull in, she's there, waiting....
Outside? In this weather?
.... and I steer the car to one side so as not to splash her with the liquid mud that is taking over the site.
As I step out, she's here and close to me. I embrace her, kissing her lightly, but am conscious of many pairs of eyes watching us: builders, plumbers, men operating the earth-movers and mini-diggers.... or trying to....
And my nose tells me a lot of what I want to know....
Michael's already had her....
.... He's a fast worker....
“Welcome home," I say quietly to her. “Um, not too pr
