The Witches of Caledonia by Erin Lavelle

Author:Erin Lavelle [Lavelle, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18. The Email

I stretched my arms out above my head and yawned. It was Sunday morning and I was ten days into my Highland holiday. I was now half way through my stay at the Haven and fleetingly felt a sinking feeling. I got up and shook the feeling off; after all there was still Witchfest to look forward to and the tantalising night of passion in Bonnie Prince Charlie’s bed. ‘Scots Wha Hae’ indeed. Whether it had been the actual bed Charlie had slept in or some over-egged rumour from Sandy I was yet to establish.

So far on this trip I’d been good to my word and had electronically cut off from work and my London life. In fact it had turned out to be much easier than I’d imagined, so I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have a wee peek at my emails. After all, there was that matter of the fabric contract for the Berlin design house that I was pursuing and news of it should be through by now.

I turned on my laptop which sprang into life from its state of hibernation. I checked through my emails - it was mostly the same old same old. No news from Berlin. It was work matters that I’d turned the laptop on for as friends had kept in contact via WhatsApp and calls, hence I wasn’t expecting any personal emails.

But wait. What was this?

Hi Cate.

How’s tricks? I was just wondering what you were up to these days as it’s been a while. I tried your number but couldn’t get through.

I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry about the way things ended. I finally sorted myself out last year and got the help I needed. I won’t bore you with the details but my life is better than ever. I nearly lost everything and now it’s all come good again. Of course I lost you (which I regret enormously) but I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately.

If you are free any time soon do you fancy catching up over a coffee?

Daniel x

Did I what?

I gulped. Almost two bloody years and Daniel still had the ability to catch me off-guard. I guessed that getting the help he needed meant he was going to Gamblers Anonymous or getting some serious therapy for his addiction – he hadn’t actually said. Likewise he hadn’t said how sorry he was that he’d hurt me with his lies, not to mention the theft of my grannie’s ring. It was all about Daniel and what he had lost i.e. me. And I wasn’t a possession to lose.

I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down again and stared at the screen. What to say? Until recently I’d have been drawn in by this news and sent into a tailspin of worry and hope in equal measure. Could Daniel have changed? Could I take that risk? But now...

Instead of replying I found myself turning off the laptop. I looked at my cup of coffee and glanced outside at yet another beautiful, Moray morning.

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