Molly Cooper's Dream Date. Barbara Hannay

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СКАЧАТЬ Destination: London, UK

      Patrick grinned. For a heady moment he could picture himself there—in a different hemisphere, in a different world.

      Free, free …

      Swimming with coral fishes. Lying in a hammock beneath palm trees. Checking out bikini-clad Australian girls. Writing the fabulous thriller that resided only in his head. Typing it on his laptop while looking out at the sparkling blue sea.

       OK, amusement over. Nose back to the grindstone.

      With great reluctance, he lifted a folder of computer printouts from the pile and flipped it open.

      But his concentration was shot to pieces. His mind couldn’t settle on spreadsheets and figures. He was composing a description of his house for a similar swapping advertisement.

       Home Exchange: Desirable Chelsea, London, UK

      3 bedroom house with garden

      Close to public transport and amenities—two-minute walk.

       * Television

       * Fireplaces

       * Balcony/patio

       * Dining/shopping nearby

       * Galleries/museums

      Available for three-month exchange: April/May to June/July

      Destination—Coastal Queensland, Australia

      Two and a half hours later Patrick had closed the last folder, and he’d also reached a decision.

      He would do it. He had to. He would get away. He would make an appointment with his boss. First thing in the morning.

      CHAPTER TWO

      To: Patrick Knight <[email protected]>

      From: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      Subject: We’re off—like a rotten egg

      Hi Patrick

      I can’t believe I’ll actually be in England in just over twenty-four hours. At last I’m packed (suitcases groaning), and my little house is shining clean and ready for you. Brand-new sheets on the bed—I hope you like navy blue.

      I also hope you’ll feel welcome here and, more importantly, comfortable. I considered leaving flowers in a vase, but I was worried they might droop and die and start to smell before you got here. I’ll leave the key under the flowerpot beside the back door.

      Now, I know that probably sounds incredibly reckless to you, but don’t worry—the residents of Magnetic Island are very honest and extremely laid-back. No one locks their doors.

      I don’t want you to fret, though, so I’ve also left a spare key at Reception at the Sapphire Bay resort, where I used to work until yesterday.

      Used to work.

      That has such a nice ring, doesn’t it? I’ve trained Jill, the owner’s niece, to take my place while I’m away, and for now, at least, I’m giddily carefree and unemployed.

      Yippee!!

      You have no idea how much I’ve always wanted to live in London, even if it’s only for three months. Thanks to you, Patrick, this really is my dream come true, and I’m beyond excited. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

      Have you finished up at your work? Are you having a farewell party? Mine was last night. It was pretty rowdy, and I have no idea what to do with all the gifts people gave me. I can’t fit as much as another peanut in my suitcases, so I’ll probably have to stash these things in a box under my bed (your bed now). Sorry.

      By the way, please feel free to use my car. It’s not much more than a sardine can on wheels, but it gets you about. Don’t worry that it’s unregistered. Cars on the island don’t need registration unless they’re taken over to the mainland.

      It was kind of you to mention that your car is garaged just around the corner from your place, but don’t worry, I won’t risk my shaky driving skills in London traffic.

      Oh, and don’t be upset if the ferry is running late. The boats here run on ‘island time’.

      Anyway, happy travels.

      London, here I come!

      Molly

      PS I agree that we shouldn’t phone each other except in the direst emergency. You’re right—phone calls can be intrusive (especially with a ten-hour time difference). And they’re costly. E-mails are so handy—and I’ll try to be diplomatic. No guarantees. I can rattle on when I’m excited.

      M

      To: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      From: Patrick Knight <[email protected]>

      Subject: Re: We’re off—like a rotten egg

      Dear Molly

      Thanks for your message. No time for a farewell party, I’m afraid. Had to work late to get my desk cleared. Rushing now to pack and get away. Cidalia (cleaning lady) will come in some time this week to explain everything about the house—how the oven works, etc.

      The keys to the house are in a safety deposit box at the Chelsea branch of the bank I work for on the King’s Road. It’s a square brick building. My colleagues have instructions to hand the keys over to you—and I’ve left a map. You’ll just need to show your passport. You shouldn’t have any problems.

      Have a good flight.

      Best wishes

      Patrick

      To: Patrick Knight <[email protected]>

      From: Molly Cooper <[email protected]>

      Subject: I’m in London!!!!!!!

      Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

      If I wasn’t so tired I’d pinch myself, but I’m horribly jet-lagged and can hardly keep my eyes open. Insanely happy, though.

      Your very gentlemanly colleague at the bank handed over the keys and wished me a pleasant stay at number thirty-four Alice Grove, and then I trundled my luggage around the corner and—

      Patrick, your house is—

      Indescribably

      Lovely.

      Divine will have to suffice for now, but the truth is that your home is more than divine.

      Too tired to do it justice tonight. Will have my first English cup of tea and fall СКАЧАТЬ