Summer at Coastguard Cottages: a feel-good holiday read. Jennifer Bohnet
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that he’d be glad of the company or that Girly would be someone to talk to. He laughed.
‘What?’
‘No idea what her name was but I’ve just christened her Girly.’
Back at the cottage, Guy carried Girly into her new home while Bruce filled the water bowl and put food in the dish before disappearing upstairs to find an old blanket to line the basket with. The two of them watched as Girly ate the food and lapped at the water before making her way on wobbly legs towards the French doors and flopping down on the carpet in the sunshine with a sigh.
After Guy had left, saying he was going for the walk he’d intended to take that morning, Bruce made himself a cup of coffee and, opening the French doors, went out on the terrace. Girly watched him as he passed her but didn’t move. Sitting there, enjoying his coffee in the sunshine, Bruce looked back at the dog. The vet had confirmed his initial feelings that Girly was a collie.
Had he been a bit impulsive saying he’d keep her? When he and Gabby had first got together, all those years ago, he’d looked forward to turning into a happily married family man, with everything the phrase implied. Gabby’s allergies, though, had scuppered his original plan for them to get a dog. Initially he’d missed having one around, but then life with Gabby and work had taken over. Before he’d realised it, both the no-pets hole and the childless pit in his life had been seamlessly sealed and had disappeared over the years.
But the blueprint of his comfortable existence had been torn up with Gabby’s death. He’d never felt so alone as he had over the past few months. And if he was honest, the last week hadn’t been easy either. He kept expecting to see Gabby enjoying a glass of wine on the terrace, or sunbathing down by the pool with Karen and Hazel. He kept sensing her presence everywhere. It was all well and good telling Karen he was going to change his life by coming down here to live – but what if it was the wrong thing to do? Maybe he needed somewhere completely new.
As he turned and looked at Girly sleeping on the carpet, her body twitched and she grunted in her sleep. Bruce smiled, hoping the grunt indicated she felt safe and was having a happy dream.
Having a dog to walk and feed would inject a new routine into his days, that was for sure. Take him out of himself. Maybe that was why he’d been so impulsive at the vet’s. He couldn’t help feeling the dog had turned up for a reason. They needed each other.
*
Carrie took one last look around the flat. It was as clean and tidy as she could make it for the locum who was arriving that evening. She’d de-personalised it as much as possible. Most of her clothes were in the two suitcases by the door, ready to take with her back to the farm. Personal papers, passports, etcetera were in her briefcase and her laptop was charged and ready to go.
She’d debated about leaving her houseplants in situ but in the end had taken them down to reception where they’d joined the other spider plants and orchids on the shelf by the window.
Quickly she scribbled a welcome and thank you message to her temporary replacement, wishing them luck, telling them to help themselves to the food in the fridge and where to find clean bed linen, and propped it against the kettle.
Right, time to go. A quick glance at her phone in case she’d missed a call from Dom. Nothing. Perhaps she should call or text him? At least tell him she was taking a sabbatical. Her fingers hovered over the keys for several seconds, undecided. She was about to shut down when the phone beeped. Her heart lifted as she read the text message.
‘Lunch? Usual place 12.30. I have news. x’
Carrie hesitated. As much as she longed to see Dom, it would mean arriving at her parents’ later than she’d intended, but the chance to spend an hour with Dom now he was back couldn’t be missed. Besides, she was curious to know what his news was.
Dom was locking his car as she drove into the pub car park and strolled across to meet her after she’d parked up. Carrie sensed a certain tenseness about him as, unusually, he gave her only a quick kiss on the cheek instead of a lingering kiss and an all-enveloping hug.
‘You going somewhere?’ he asked as he saw the suitcases in the back of her car.
‘Long story,’ Carrie said. ‘I’ll tell you about it over lunch.’ Still smarting from the low-key welcome from Dom she said, ‘Good holiday? You look well.’
‘Brilliant,’ Dom said. ‘We all had a great time.’
Then why the tension, Carrie thought but didn’t voice. Had something happened between him and his ex?
A month after they’d met, Dom had introduced Carrie to both Sophie, his ex-wife, and the children. Briefly and awkwardly, it had to be said, but having met the children she’d expected Dom to want her around on the weekends he had them staying. He hadn’t. When she’d tentatively suggested joining them on a visit to the local theme park so she could get to know them, Dom had brushed it aside.
‘It’s enough they know I have you in my life. It’s too soon for you and them to start bonding.’
Carrie had heard and understood the hidden implication in the unspoken words ‘in case we break up’. Now, four months later, she was beginning to wonder whether he would ever start to include her on the weekends his children stayed.
Before taking Dom home to meet her parents, Carrie had tried to explain his marital status to them. He was currently going through a very civilised break-up for the sake of the children, and staying friends with his wife was very important to him. And no, it would be a few months yet until his divorce was finalised. Both Elizabeth and Malcolm had given her old-fashioned looks, but apart from telling her they didn’t want to see her hurt, they’d wisely kept their own council. The tension on that visit had been palpable and she hadn’t taken him home since. She hadn’t told them either about Dom going on holiday with his children and his soon to be ex-wife.
Once they were seated in one of the old-fashioned booths at the restaurant, Dom having declined a table in the garden on the grounds it would be too busy, Carrie said, ‘So, what’s your news?’
Dom shook his head. ‘I’m intrigued by your suitcases – you first.’
Carrie took a deep breath and told him about being adopted and the inheritance. ‘I’ve taken a sabbatical from work until the 1st September, so I’ve had to clear stuff from the flat for the locum. I’m on my way to my parents’ for a few days and then I’m off to Devon.’
‘How do your parents feel about this legacy?’
‘It was as big a shock for them as it was for me. But Mum pointed out that I could do a lot of good with the money, so on that basis I agreed. Though heaven only knows what I’ll end up doing with it.’
‘What are you going to do with the property – rent it out or sell it?’ Dom asked.
‘I’m thinking of renting the Bristol flat to somebody from the university,’ Carrie said. ‘I need to see the Devon house before I decide what to do with it. Apparently it’s still full of furniture and stuff from the flat.’
‘Well, don’t forget your friendly antique dealer,’ Dom said, grinning. ‘You know I’ll give you fair prices.’
Carrie laughed, remembering the day they’d met, when she’d tried to haggle over the price of a chair she wanted to buy from Dom’s stall at a local antique fair – and lost.
‘Right – your turn. Tell me about your holiday and give me your news,’ she said. ‘Have you found a rare piece of furniture that’s going to make your fortune at auction?’
‘I wish.’ A shadow seemed to pass over Dom’s face and he hesitated for a couple of seconds before adding, ‘Holidays in the south of France are always good. The kids spent most of their time either in the water or on it, sailing, paddleboarding or surfing.’
The waitress arrived at that moment with their drinks and the menu and Carrie’s repeated question, ‘So, what’s your