The Chic Boutique On Baker Street. Rachel Dove

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      Dotty laughed, setting a kettle of water onto the stove.

      ‘Show her, Ben, go on, I’ll put the coffee on.’

      Ben grinned and, motioning for Amanda to follow him, moved to the back door. He clicked the stable doors together and opened the door to the outside. Birdsong and sunlight infiltrated the kitchen. Amanda stood up and walked out to the garden. ‘Garden’ was an understatement of course. Beyond Ben’s back door was a huge field, complete with patio and garden furniture. A large gas barbecue stood covered in one corner, and one side of the garden was home to a huge hen house. Ben opened the door to the house, and Amanda gasped as four chickens tentatively popped their heads out. He stifled a chuckle. He had a feeling that coming face to face with some animals would freak her out.

      ‘Wow, you meant real chickens then, huh?’

      Ben sat down on the grass. ‘Yep, not had them long. They were going to lose their home, so I took them in. Come, sit. They are quite friendly.’ He tapped the ground beside him, challenging her.

      Amanda, well aware of what he was doing, defiantly strode over and took a seat next to Ben, careful to sit far enough apart from him to feel comfortable, and to resist the urge to jump into his lap. What was it about this man that made her want to run her fingers through his hair? Why were the wrong ones always so cute? The chickens strode over to them, pecking at the green grass around them.

      ‘So, do they have names?’

      Ben shook his head. ‘No. They were kept for their eggs, not as pets, so the owner never got around to naming them. I have three hens and a cockerel. Here he is, look.’

      Amanda looked to the hen house and saw a larger, brighter chicken strut his stuff on the lawn. The hens ignored him for the most part, and he snuck the occasional glance at them before sticking his beak back high in the air. He reminded her of something, and she laughed out loud. Ben smiled, curiosity written all over his face.

      ‘What? You thought of a name?’

      Amanda giggled. ‘Darcy. He reminds me of Mr Darcy, all haughty and proud. It’s daft.’ She shook her head, embarrassed that she had shown herself in all her book geekiness. Ben chuckled, stroking the head of one hen that came to him, looking for food.

      ‘Darcy, I like it. It suits him. So that would make the hens what? Jane, Lizzie and Lydia?’

      Amanda’s jaw dropped. ‘You know Austen?’

      Ben nodded, standing up to grab a bucket of corn from the back door.

      ‘My mum did,’ he said, stroking the back of his neck with his free hand. ‘I am afraid to say, I was pretty much force-fed it when I was a kid.’ Smooth, Ben, smooth! Why don’t you just don a cardi and recite Keats to her! You are not here to impress her, you donkey. ‘Er, I guess some of it stuck.’

      Amanda smiled broadly. ‘Smart woman.’ For a second her mind flashed to an image of Marcus. His idea of reading had been perusing the sports pages on the toilet. With the door open. Yuk. He had always mocked her for her love of reading, berated her for her flat full of books. She looked again at Ben, who was now talking to the hens, feeding them from his hand.

      ‘You want to give it a try? I think Lydia is getting impatient.’

      Amanda stood up and scooped a handful of yellow corn from the bucket.

      ‘You’re not really going to call them that, are you?’

      Ben looked down at her. ‘Yes, why not? I think that they suit them, don’t you?’

      Amanda nodded happily, and for a moment their eyes locked on to each other.

      Ben looked like he was going to speak, and Amanda found herself willing those lips to move, but the moment was broken when the back door opened. They jumped apart from each other.

      ‘Coffee and toast is ready, my dears. I have packed your lunch too.’

      They both looked to Dotty, and then back to each other. After dispersing the rest of the corn, they walked back to the house, a sizeable gap between them.

      The toast was the best that Amanda had ever tasted. The bread was thick and crunchy, and the butter was melting into the slices. It was heaven. She devoured the contents of her plate, resisting the urge to lick her fingers clean. Dotty smiled, passing her a napkin. Ben had excused himself to pack up the car.

      ‘So, Amanda, how are you liking the village life so far?’

      Amanda smiled at the friendly woman. ‘I like it so far—everyone seems calmer here. The pace is a lot slower than London, it was quite a shock to the system.’

      Dotty’s face dropped slightly. ‘So, you are a city girl born and bred? Don’t you miss the bright lights?’ Amanda noted the concern in her voice, unsure why this question seemed so loaded.

      ‘Bright lights are all well and good, but it also comes with long hours, stress and drunks peeing in the street. I am enjoying the change of pace to be honest.’

      Whatever test Dotty had just thrown at her, she had seemingly passed it. Dotty’s shoulders had notably relaxed, and her returning smile was genuine.

      ‘Oh good, we are often worried that newcomers will leave after the novelty has worn off. Us natives, we never get far. Ben went away and came back, and we are glad he did.’

      Amanda was intrigued. He left? Why all the pomposity then? He had gone full-on League of Gentlemen on her when they first met.

      ‘Oh really, why did he leave?’

      Dotty sat back, sipping at her mug of coffee. ‘He went to university, and then came back when he graduated. It was a difficult time—he had not been in a new job long, when his parents passed.’

      Amanda’s heart plummeted. He had lost his parents, together?

      Dotty saw the question on her face and smiled kindly. She looked to the hallway, as though checking Ben was out of earshot.

      ‘Ben was working in a practice in London, when his parents died. They got into a car crash, up on the main road. Some boy racer passing through the village, thinking our roads are racetracks. They never suffered, bless their hearts, it was very quick.’ Dotty grimaced at some memory playing in her head. ‘Ben came home straightaway of course, and took over the family business. Once he came back, he never left. He is a country boy, through and through. It’s just a shame that Tanya didn’t see it that way, but that’s a whole other story.’

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