Lovestruck in London by Schurig Rachel

Author:Schurig, Rachel [Schurig, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

We traveled back to the hotel in silence. It was clear to me that Thomas was upset about something, but he declined my offer to talk about it. I would have been more worried if I wasn’t so exhausted. The day of travel and sightseeing had caught up to me, and I was yawning so much it eventually made Thomas laugh.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to get up early with me to have some coffee before I have to go to work,” he said as we entered the hotel. “But I think you should sleep in.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I wish you could sleep in, too.”

“What are your plans for tomorrow?”

“I read about something called a literary pub tour. I might check it out. There’s also a writers’ museum, apparently.”

He nodded, smiling at me in a fond sort of way. “Both of those things sound right up your alley.”

“When will you be finished?”

“Definitely dinner time.” We had reached our rooms now. “Hopefully a bit earlier. I’ll call you, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” I looked up at him, feeling awkward. “Thanks for taking me to meet your family. I had a really nice time.”

His face lit up. “Yeah? They loved you.”

“I liked them, too.”

“I’m glad.” He looked down at me for a moment, his face shifting slightly until he looked almost sad. “I worry that I’m not doing a very good job of convincing you. And we’re already almost out of time.”

“Thomas,” I said, my voice catching, but he just shook his head and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Sleep well, Lizzie.”

He watched as I opened my door and stepped into my room. Before I let the door close, I looked back at him. He was standing in the same spot, with the same expression on his face, watching me until the door closed between us.

***

I did sleep in the next morning. I decided to start my day in the café next door. I ate waffles and bacon for breakfast and managed to get an entire chapter written before my pot of tea got cold.

I made my way down the high street to The Writers’ Museum, eager to spend a few hours in the company of the Scottish greats. After soaking in every piece of information I could find on Robert Burns, Sir Walter Scott, and Robert Louis Stevenson, I spent far too much money in the museum gift shop.

I was disappointed to discover that the literary pub tour was an evening activity, and wondered if I could convince Thomas to go with me that night. With a few hours now open to me, I decided to find Greyfriars Kirk. The cemetery was a little spooky; according to my guidebook it was rumored to be haunted. Wishing Thomas were with me, I wandered around until I found the statue of Greyfriars Bobby near the other entrance. According to the plaque, the statue honored the loyalty of a nineteenth-century terrier who had guarded his owner’s grave for more than a decade. I took some pictures, knowing Callie would love the story.

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