One Christmas Morning & One Summer's Afternoon
“Closing his eyes again, he slumped back against the pillow and put his hand to his lips. He could still taste Emma’s kiss there, still feel the passion and desire with which her body had responded to him. Her words yesterday had told him not to hope. But her lips had conveyed a different message. Will clung to it this morning, like a drowning man grasping a buoy in choppy seas.
He would stick to his original plan. He would play like a god today and annihilate Santiago de la Cruz. He would be a hero to the whole village, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. Emma, swept up in the euphoria of the moment, would forget her head and listen to her heart.
In her heart, she loves me, Will told himself.
The first ball would be bowled in less than five hours’ time.
***** Less than half a mile away from the modest cottage where Fittlescombe’s star batsman was waking up, Rory Flint-Hamilton was already up and looking out of his bedroom window with a pair of binoculars, gazing across the vill...age green with more than a hint of nostalgia.MoreLess
He would stick to his original plan. He would play like a god today and annihilate Santiago de la Cruz. He would be a hero to the whole village, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. Emma, swept up in the euphoria of the moment, would forget her head and listen to her heart.
In her heart, she loves me, Will told himself.
The first ball would be bowled in less than five hours’ time.
***** Less than half a mile away from the modest cottage where Fittlescombe’s star batsman was waking up, Rory Flint-Hamilton was already up and looking out of his bedroom window with a pair of binoculars, gazing across the vill...age green with more than a hint of nostalgia.MoreLess
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