Celebrations and Confetti At Cedarwood Lodge: The cosy romantic comedy to fall in love with!. Rebecca Raisin

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      A cloud of dust rose up as Isla stepped off the bike and handled her helmet. Strawberry blonde hair fell around her shoulders in waves, and her light blue eyes shone with eagerness. Freckles spotted the bridge of her nose like constellations. Holding out a hand, she said, “You must be Clio.”

      “Yes. Nice bike,” I said, grinning. “Great timing, Isla. This is Micah and Kai. We’re going to go for a tour, join us?”

      Isla gave me a wide smile, shook hands with Kai, and Micah and turned in an arc to survey the grounds. There was an energy radiating off her that was impossible to miss, as though she couldn’t wait to grab her secateurs and start pruning.

      I went to ask Micah about the painters and their roof folly only to see him staring at Isla slack-jawed. Lifting a finger to his chin, I shut his mouth so it wasn’t as obvious to Isla as it was to me.

      He gazed at Isla, goggle-eyed, lost in a daydream before eventually coming back to reality.

      Isla swiveled back to us. “This is like something out of a Grimms’ fairytale,” she exclaimed, motioning to the overgrown gardens. “I can’t wait to get started!”

      Shading my eyes once more, I flashed her a smile. I had this sudden sense that the trio in front of me would shape Cedarwood into something great again. Between us, we’d give it the kiss of life, and resurrect it from its somnambulant state. Along the way, maybe a love affair would blossom… On this estate where vibrant mountains watched over us, where the lake glistened in the distance, maybe Cupid sat on a branch, hidden by a leafy canopy, his bow stretched taut, before shooting his arrow, straight into the heart of the next perfect couple.

      I grinned at Micah, who was fidgeting with his folder, his cheeks ablaze. Isla was watching him with a frown, trying to gauge at his inability to make eye contact with her.

      “Well,” I said, clapping my hands for their attention. “Let’s give you guys the tour, and then we can get to work!”

      Ringing Amory later that night with my daily update, I pulled a blanket over my knees and munched on buttery microwave popcorn. I’d have to shop properly and stop eating like a college student, but time had a habit of running away from me, and at night with the draught leeching in, all I wanted to do was rug up, eat junk food and drink cocoa.

      “Hello, sunshine!” Amory’s tinny voice echoed around my bedroom, making it feel more homely – as if she was here with me.

      I pushed the popcorn to one side. “So, today’s news… Kai the builder arrived and also the landscaper Isla, so it feels like we’re making real progress!” I stopped to wipe crumbs from the bed. “But no matter how much work we put in, I just can’t shake the feeling that it won’t be enough… what if no one comes?”

      “OK look, the lodge will happen because you’re a gun at what you do. I have absolute faith people will flock in droves to Cedarwood. You know that! No one can win against you when you wow them with your vision and paint the pictures you do just with words – I mean, that’s a gift that can’t be taught. What you need is romance to distract you.”

      I groaned. “Romance? That’s the last thing I want. And which bit of me moving to a town of five hundred and three people did you not remember? There’s no one suitable. Besides, I wouldn’t have time. I have this overwhelming fear that if I take my eyes off of the project it’ll tumble down like a house of cards. I don’t have a plan B any more, this is plan B. I can’t afford to get starry-eyed and lose focus. There’s the…”

      She interjected. “And that’s exactly why you need the distraction of a man! That worry will eat you up, just like it did here. You were on the path to burn out, and without me there to fishhook you out at night, what will you do? Worry, that’s what. Life is all about light and shade…Work and play. You just have to find the right balance. Think of snuggling up at night with some bronzed buff guy who will take your mind off your woes.”

      I choked on a popcorn kernel, thinking of Kai. “Bronzed buff guy in Evergreen?” I managed, “You’re dreaming. Men here don’t take weekends in Cabo to work on their tan, I’m sure of it.”

      “OK, maybe they don’t go to Cabo, but you can renegotiate with yourself about what exactly you want in a man. Surely there’s someone there who’ll do for now. What about old flames? A boy next door type? Someone who’ll happily sweep you off your feet.”

      Old flames… There was Timothy. I’d only thought about him in passing since I’d returned.

      “What?” Amory said, breaking my reverie. “I’m right, aren’t I? There’s some unfinished business with a guy there? Tell me I’m right!”

      Was there? I really didn’t think so. And what was I even having this conversation for? Amory was trying to distract me from the real issues in my life by wooing me with the idea of romance. “No, no there isn’t unfinished business. Nothing of the sort. I see what you’re doing, you know.”

      “But…?” she said, ignoring the fact I’d caught her out.

      There was no hiding from Amory once she clued onto something. She was FBI grade when it came to interrogating someone and sensed any weakness. “But nothing.”

      “Don’t tell me… He was your first love. Right? That guy who broke it off with you when you went to college?”

      “So? It’s not like I’ve been pining for him or anything. Timothy was a million years ago. I bet he’s married and has five kids and a house with a picket fence and a dog called Buster. A nice handicap at golf, and a wife with a blonde bob and bright blue eyes who bakes cookies. From scratch.” I could see him having that kind of perfect American life, with his perfectly white teeth and perfect children with their perfect manners. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

      Amory gave me one of her overly dramatic world weary sighs. “Not that you’re into stereotyping or anything! Darling, I’m not asking you to marry him, I’m only saying that I think you need some balance. If I don’t lecture you, you’ll spend every waking hour crunching numbers and making those ridiculous pie charts before ending the night pinning your dream wedding on Pinterest. And soon enough you’ll be a shriveled up old maid in some windy, creaky lodge with a menagerie of animals who share your bed.”

      I guffawed. “As if! And I don’t even use Pinterest any more! And I’m allergic to animal fur!”

      “Liar. You forgot to make your dream wedding board secret. I like the pearl wedding dress the best, the backless gown… stunning.”

      I wanted to dissolve into the floorboards. How could I forget to make it secret! I’d been planning my own wedding since I could talk, but what was wrong with that? I just really liked weddings. Was that a crime?

      “Your romantic side is what makes you shine so brightly. Promise me you’ll find Timothy and go for coffee. And if he’s married then don’t kiss him. Simple. But on the other hand, if he’s single… well, first love rekindled, god, I’d pay to see that.”

      She was incorrigible. And if I didn’t nip this in the bud she’d be carried away, and next minute СКАЧАТЬ