Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I giggle, his sneezing seems to have stopped at least.
“He’s not joking,” Eddie whispers. “But we did get lost on the way back and Christopher left his phone at home and I had no internet so we had no maps.”
“Oh.” I giggle as I look over to Christopher. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“He took four of the tablets,” Eddie tells me.
“Four?” I gasp.
“He was only supposed to take one.”
“Christopher, that’s so irresponsible,” I scold him.
“I’m alive.” He does an overexaggerated bow.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get back before I look around.”
He chuckles and takes my hand in his. “Come then. Dump the groceries on the veranda, we’ve got looking to do.”
For the next hour, Eddie, Christopher and I walk around the heavenly property. Paddock after green paddock, stone sheds and stables. Perfect fencing and streams. The two guesthouses are run down but will be easy to fix up.
“Oh Christopher, this is just so beautiful.” I sigh with my hand on my heart. “I could never have imagined that something like this would ever be ours.” I put my arm around Eddie’s shoulders to pull him closer to me. “Could you have ever dreamed that we would live here, Eddie?”
“Nope.”
Christopher smiles as he looks around. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”
“We’re going to be so happy here.”
“Once we get the wolf situation checked out. Let’s go back to the house.”
“You didn’t show her yet,” Eddie reminds him softly.
Christopher frowns in question.
“You know, the thing.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “The surprise thing.”
“Oh… Our big-ticket item.” Christopher laughs. “Yes, I almost forgot.”
“What thing?” I frown.
We walk back down to the other side of the hill to see a huge barn and Christopher opens the doors proudly, “Ta-da.”
My mouth falls open. “Oh my god.”
A tractor, the most beautiful red tractor you have ever seen.
I climb up to find the keys are in the ignition, and I start her up. She roars and I laugh out loud.
Christopher and Eddie roll their eyes at each other, but I don’t care. I drive straight past them and out of the barn and down over the paddock.
“Are you coming back to the house?” Christopher calls after me.
“Later.” I wave as I drive. “I love you,” I call.
“Watch out for wolves,” Eddie calls.
I laugh as I wave, this is the best day of my life.
Who cares about wolves when you have a big red tractor?
I glance at the maps on my phone. “It says it’s just up here.”
“Here? Are you sure?” Christopher frowns over at me. “What furniture shop is this anyway?”
Eddie is still peering out the car window in awe, we are in London for the day and Eddie’s eyes are the size of saucers.
“Yes, here it is.” I gesture to the driveway and parking lot. “Turn in here.”
Christopher frowns and pulls in. “This is a thrift shop.”
“I know.” I open the door and climb out of the car.
“Don’t get out, Eddie,” I hear Christopher instruct him. “We are not getting furniture here. She’s gone fucking mad.”
I walk around to the driver’s side where Christopher is looking at me deadpan through the window, I tap on it and he winds the window down. “We are not buying furniture here, Hayden. Get it out of your head right fucking now.”
“Not our forever furniture. Just our right now furniture.”
He screws up his face as if I’m from Mars. “Not any furniture.”
“I thought you said we were planning the house out with an architect and doing major changes.”
“We are.”
“So what’s the point of buying expensive furniture now when we have no idea what we eventually want?”
“We buy decent furniture now and we buy expensive furniture then.” He glances into the back seat. “Eddie, we don’t want crap furniture, do we?”
Eddie shrugs as he looks between us, wisely staying silent.
“Look.” I open his car door. “It takes weeks for furniture to arrive and I want to house-train our baby animals before it gets here. This furniture will do for a month or two. Get out of the car,” I demand.
“Baby animals?” Christopher scoffs. “We are not having fucking ducks, Hayden, forget that right now. My brother has evil ducks and they plot my murder every time I see them. And what makes you think we are getting baby animals anyway? I never agreed to any of this.”
“Because it’s a farm.”
“So?”
“So it wouldn’t be a farm without animals, would it?”
My eyes flick to Eddie who is holding in a smile.
“Eddie, do you want a puppy of your very own?”
Eddie’s eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“Aha, and we need some cats.”
“No way in hell,” Christopher explodes. “I am not having a cat piss on my things. Absolutely no fucking way.”
“Shut up, already.” I grab his hand and pull him out of the car and into the store. Christopher’s face screws up as if disgusted and I roll my lips to hide my smile. The building has that very distinct secondhand furniture scent.