Summer at the Little Cottage on the Hill: An utterly uplifting holiday romance to escape with by Emma Davies

Author:Emma Davies
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781786813879
Publisher: Bookouture

‘Tom!’ exclaimed Isobel on opening the door to him. ‘Is everything okay?’

He looked anxious, but then she hadn’t seen him properly for a few days, not since… She dropped her head, not quite able to look him in the eye.

‘Everything’s fine, but…’ He paused for a moment. ‘Look, I have a proposition for you,’ he said. ‘And I can either beat about the bush, or just hit you with it right between the eyes.’

‘Okay…’ she said slowly, her heart beginning to beat just a tiny bit faster.

‘I've just had a phone call from a rather distressed lady who is currently minus a string for her string quartet. Their violinist has just done a bunk and they're due to play at the same wedding venue we’re gigging at soon. She was given my name by the wedding coordinator there, who thought I might be able to help.’

‘But I didn’t think you played classical violin?’

‘I don’t…’

She took a step backwards, her hand fluttering up to her throat. ‘Oh, God, Tom, you didn’t!’

He looked instantly stricken. ‘No, of course not!’ He stepped closer. ‘Isobel, I would never…’ His voice dropped a little. ‘I would never do that to you.’ His blue eyes were dark in the hallway, intent on hers.

It was all she could do to hold his look. ‘No, I know you wouldn’t,’ she said eventually, her voice soft. ‘But you must have said something. What did you tell her?’

‘That you were a world-class violinist and they’d be extraordinarily… No, I just said that I would ask a couple of mates if they knew of anyone. I didn’t make any promises, I swear.’

They looked at one another for a few moments. Isobel didn’t know what to say. A part of her so desperately wanted to reach out to him, to say something more, but she couldn’t. She had enough to think about right now without even more emotions complicating things. It was just that the way he was looking at her…

Tom swallowed. ‘So, what do we do now?’

‘We?’ she replied.

He nodded. ‘I wouldn’t let you do this by yourself. Whatever you decide is absolutely fine. Say no, if you don't think you can face it, but if you want to give it a go…’ He tentatively reached out a hand.

Isobel stared at it as if she had never seen it before, but then lifted her eyes to his. ‘I don't think I can play the violin if you're holding my hand,’ she said.

Her heart was beating like the clappers, her mouth dry, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t possibly do this. It was too much, too soon…

Tom cleared his throat. ‘I can give you Sally’s number if you want to have a chat with her,’ he said. ‘That's the woman who called me. I guess she'd be able to answer any questions you have. And if it helps at all I’m pretty sure you’ll be playing as the guests arrive and during the wedding breakfast. I hate to

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