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And that was it.
That was the moment, sitting with her by the lake, staring out at the water, that I realised something I wasn’t ready to admit to myself.
That I wasn’t ready to accept.
That I wasn’t even going to whisper in my mind.
Because once I admitted that I was falling in love with Ellie Aarons, there would be no way back from it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ELLIE
Plot Holes
Itapped my finger against the table.
Writing in the library at Greygarth House was what dreams are made of. The shelves stretched up into the heavens, and the large windows let in just enough sunlight that it illuminated every inch of the room.
I could quite happily set up camp in here and never leave.
“I didn’t expect to see you in here.”
I turned at the sound of Fred’s voice. “Hi. Sorry. I’m not in your way, am I?”
“No, but I think I’m probably in yours.” He laughed and held up a laptop. “Mind if I join you? My emails are blowing up and this room has the best Internet in this place.”
“Go ahead. As long as you don’t talk too much.”
He mimed zipping his lips and sat down at the opposite end of the table to me. He opened his laptop and got stuck in, and I turned my attention back to mine.
Not that I was writing, mind you.
I was…
Dillydallying was probably the best phrase for it.
Yes.
I was dillydallying.
Not quite lollygagging, but I was getting there.
I was stuck. Totally stuck.
My editor had emailed me this morning with a note that I had a huge familial plot hole that I needed to figure out before I could go any further.
God, I hated plots.
This was the problem with being a pantser. If there was a plot hole, it was a pig to write your way out of. I had to create some kind of drama that meant the hero’s family didn’t talk to each other, and I wasn’t sure how to do that.
What kind of drama did aristocrats even have?
Trivial drama wouldn’t cut it. It had to be something deep and painful to everyone involved.
And I had no idea what it needed to be.
It didn’t help that I couldn’t get Max out of my head. Ever since he’d mentioned his mum’s bench yesterday, it was like something had changed between us. Almost as if that small action had knocked through one of his walls.
