Page 43 of A Little Love Song in Seabury
Stretching out again, Leah marvelled at how long and languid her limbs felt. But she wasn’t going to be able to stay still for much longer. She longed to kiss him again… to feel those talented fingers of his playing across her skin…
‘Get a grip!’ she muttered, sitting up and wriggling as a flutter of anticipation ran through her body.
Life was about to become seriously complicated if her brain kept tugging her sideways into these naughty thoughts! How on earth was she going to get any work done?!
Work!
It felt like someone had just tooted a horn right in her ear.
Work was the one thing neither of them had mentioned since the beach. What did all this mean beyond today? She’d been about to jump ship… not because she actually wanted to, but because the idea of being around Will every day, organising his life while living her own in parallel, had been more than she could bear.
But… what about now?
Well, one thing was for certain—she needed to destroy that letter. Whatever Leah decided to do, that cold, formal note wasn’t the way she wanted to tell him.
With a quick glance towards the bedroom door, Leah slid out of bed and crept towards her bag, which was sitting on the plush armchair near the window.
She didn’t know why she was tiptoeing around. By the sound of the music still drifting through from the next room, Will was still safely lost in his own little world.
Leah reached into her bag and drew out her trusty diary. Retreating to the edge of the bed, she placed it in her lap andstarted to riffle through the pages, hunting for the envelope she’d stashed in there before leaving for Seabury.
Where the hell was it?!
Taking a deep breath, Leah started again at the back of the book and worked methodically towards the front cover.
‘Where are you?!’ she muttered when she’d made her way through the pages for the second time with no luck.
Perhaps it had dropped into the bottom of her bag?
Leah hurried back to the chair and rummaged right to the bottom of the soft grey leather sack. She came across plenty of other random detritus, but there was no sign of a white envelope with those two little words on the front.
‘Shit!’ she breathed, turning back to the bed again.
Grabbing the diary by its covers, she waggled it violently over the white duvet. Notes, cards and scraps of paper fluttered from its pages like confetti, but not one of them was what she was searching for.
‘Think Leah, think!’ she hissed, as the music from the living room softened into a run that tiptoed down her spine.
Yesterday.She’d been in such a hurry to get out of Seabury House, she’d sent her bag flying.
‘Oh no!’ she gasped. She must have dropped the letter. Which meant there was basically an unexploded bomb sitting somewhere in Seabury House’s hallway!
‘Leah? You awake?’ came a tentative call from the next room.
Damn. Leah held her breath. Two seconds later, the music started again.
Grabbing her mobile from beside the bed, Leah tiptoed into the opulent ensuite and locked the door behind her.
There was only one thing she could do now!
Leah knew Connie was probably down at the wool shop, but with any luck, Rosie would be at the house.
‘Hey hey!’ said a sunny voice after just two rings.
‘I need your help,’ said Leah, her voice low and urgent.
‘Uh oh,’ said Rosie, sounding horrified. ‘What’s the idiot done to cock things up this time?’
‘Huh?’ said Leah.
