30 Days: Part Two (Lost Love Trilogy Book 2) by Belle Brooks

Author:Belle Brooks [Brooks, Belle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMA PUBLISHING PTY LIMITED
Published: 2021-04-21T16:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

Words of Wisdom

A gentle breeze laps at my cheek as I awaken. The gentle wind drifts in from the partly open window of the room Mum and I shared last night. Two king-sized single beds sit either side of a small bedside table, one that has a vase quarter-filled with sand, and seashells placed decoratively inside. The room is just what you’d expect of a small beach cottage. Wooden navy and red anchors hang on the wall, with fish-netting gathered across the walls in corner near the window. The netting is empty apart from a pink teddy. My teddy. This observation has me smiling as my arms stretch out and a yawn escapes me. Nothing says tranquillity like the smell of salty ocean air first thing in the morning.

Sliding my feet along wooden floorboards, I wrestle my twisted pyjama bottoms to sit straight on my hips. While in the bathroom, the smell of pancakes greets me. Nobody makes pancakes quite like Mar-Mar does—served with a helping of ice cream, a dollop of cream, icing sugar sifted as a light coating and topped with chocolate shavings. Mar-Mar is a self-made chef.

“Good morning, beautiful girl.” She’s removed her rollers, and perfect grey curls sit on the top of her head as she smiles at me.

“Morning, Mar-Mar.” I kiss her cheek as I pass by her at the stove. Retrieving a jug of water from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, I settle in.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. Like a log.”

“Good. Your mother?”

I watch her flip a pancake back into the pan. How in the world does she do that? “Still out for the count. Snoring like a champion.”

“Good.”

I sit on the same seat I sat at last night. A large oval plate is put in front of me, along with a knife and fork.

“Your favourite.” Her cheek presses to mine as her hands wrap over my collarbones.

“You are the best.”

“Don’t I know it,” she says as she makes her way back to the bench and grabs her plate to join me.

Every bite has my tastebuds exploding in an orgasm. I think I’m going to move here and live with Mar-Mar Ilish. It’s carefree and peaceful, and the food is out of this world. A girl could be happy here.

“After breakfast, put something comfy on. We’re going for a walk, you and me.”

“Okay,” I say with a mouth overstuffed with chocolate, icing sugar, ice cream, and pancake.

“Oh, dear God, where are your manners?”

“I left them behind,” I mumble.

“Stop it at once,” she scolds.

I nod. Nobody messes with Mar-Mar. Her rules, her way, or you’ll get a spanking. I actually believe, even though I’m close to age twenty-five, she’d have no hesitation whacking me with her trusted spoon, Henry. Henry still hangs proudly on the wall in the kitchen. He’s made of wood, is long-handled, and stings like a bitch against skin. He was my bad behaviour deterrent when I was younger.

“Morning.” Mum wipes the corners of her eyes with her fingertips. “Pancakes, thank the heavens.

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