2007 - the Dead Pool
2007 - the Dead Pool
“Two shades of green with electric-blue lettering: ‘Water of Leith River Association. Head Volunteer. JAMIE MUNRO.’ Glen had insisted she have it as a memento. A touching gesture that had completed a wonderful evening, two days ago.
After the Friday picnic, he had insisted on having her round for dinner. The simple meal had been set out on his small balcony overlooking the river at Dean Village. And then, over coffee, allowing the inhibitions to be finally released by the sweet but potent dessert wine, he’d walked round behind her to place the cap lightly on her head. He’d stood back, head cocked at an exaggerated angle to admire the view, and then moved forward to kiss her. No surprise. She knew it would happen. Wanted it to. And what joy-filled hours they had been.
Thinking back over the past few days, of course she’d been aware of the signs, from him and from within herself. She was hardly immune to the appeal of an attractive, charming and personable man.
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