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Mitch laughed. ‘No wonder she does everything you say.’
Holly picked the sausage off the plate and Trixy sat up, her head upright, her tongue flapping in and out as if tasting the air like a snake. Then she raised a paw.
‘There you go, girl.’ Holly gave her the sausage which lasted all of three seconds.
Trixy licked her lips and sniffed for some more.
‘That’s it, girl. Now lay down.’
Trixy did as she was told.
‘Well it works,’ Mitch said. ‘But she’ll be wobbling home at this rate.’
‘It’s just a treat.’
He bit into his sandwich, which tasted great – salty bacon mixed with soft buttery bread. He felt relaxed, more relaxed than he had for years. It was easy being with Holly, comfortable yet still exciting.
Mitch finished his tea. ‘Let’s work this off then.’
Holly stoodon the cliff feeling as if she was on the top of the world. With the wind blowing her hair from her face she felt totally free. Black-fleeced sheep grazed on the grass; Mitch had pointed them out as Rita’s flock. Mitch had Trixy stuffed under his arm after she had yapped at a sheep and went so frantic, Holly feared the dog would fall off the edge of the cliff. Trixy was definitely not a farm dog.
Mitch put his free hand in hers. Holly wanted the day to last forever but knew they had to get back.
After five minutes of silence she turned to Mitch. ‘I hate to say it, but we’d better get back to Eversley.’ She pushed her hair which blew across her eyes, away from her face. ‘Val will hopefully be out of hospital Monday and I wanted to get over to her house and prepare for her return. I’ll be staying there for a few days, but I’ll pop over and see you, if you like.’
‘Of course, I’d like. I’d like that very much.’ Mitch put Trixy down to the ground, hooking her lead over his wrist and cupped Holly’s face in his hands
Holly looked into his eyes.
Mitch’s voice was deep. ‘I want you to know, this has been the best, the absolute best weekend I’ve had for as long as I can remember. Ever.’
Holly felt his lips reach hers and they shared a tender kiss – not the hungry type they’d had the day before, but what Holly considered the love type.Love, now there’s a word, she thought as she pulled away and hugged Mitch, resting her head on his shoulder.
Pulling apart, they began the walk back to Rita’s. Holly wondered what their relationship would be when they got back. As perfect as this weekend felt, she knew it was far from their real lives.
