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Her eyes fluttered open and her smile widened. ‘Not at all, I was enjoying the imagery.’
‘I thought maybe you’d found the whole idea extremely dull-sounding.’
‘No way, I think it sounds perfect.’
‘You do?’ Flynn smiled.
‘I do,’ she proclaimed with a chuckle.
Flynn stood up and stretched. The evening was rolling into night and August could see he was beginning to tire, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. ‘I’m going to have myself a comfort break, grab another bottle, and then shall we figure out the wedding plans?’
‘Do you think we can plan a whole wedding in just one evening?’ August joked, standing up also and stretching her legs by pacing the room.
‘We became a married couple over the course of a couple of hours, I think we can do anything.’
Chapter 24
Flynn
‘August?’ Flynn called a few minutes later, returning to the living room with a fresh bottle of wine.
‘In here,’ she called from somewhere.
He looked around the room. He then glanced into his own bedroom and hers. ‘Where?’
‘In here … ’
‘In the bathroom?’ Surely she didn’t want him to come in there with the wine?
All of a sudden, a section of the wall swung open, wallpaper, mouldings and all, and inside stood August, illuminated by an orangey lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. She was looking around her in awe. ‘It’s perfect.’
Flynn stuck his head into what appeared to be a storage cupboard, not much bigger than the inside of a wardrobe, hidden in the living room wall. ‘It is?’
‘Soperfect. Flynn, could I have this? We don’t have anything else we need to store, do we?’
‘I don’t think we do, but what do you need it for?’
‘I could record books in here. Remember I told you that before I came to Bath I was a voice actress and I used to do loads of audiobooks? Well, I don’t put myself forward for as much work as I did now that I’m further away from London and Oxford, where most of the audiobook action is. But if I could have my own in-house studio I can offer myself out as truly freelance.’
Flynn put his head further in, nutting a spider’s web on the way. ‘You can make a studio out of this?’
‘Easily. I mean it won’t really be a studio, more of a booth, but if I soundproof it and get a decent microphone, I know I could make it work.’
Her face was lit up, even in the dim of the closet, with an excitement he hoped to find also with his new job. She continued. ‘And best of all, I’ll once again be able to get my voice nice and trained up and I could add the next string to the bow of my grand masterplan.’
‘What is the grand masterplan?’
‘Let’s have more to drink before I tell you that. But can I have this? Do you mind?’
Flynn pretended to consider it for a minute, looking up and down and side to side inside the closet. ‘It is beautiful, I’m not sure I’m ready to let it go.’
‘Oh, shut up,’ August thwacked him.
‘The musty old secret cupboard is all yours,’ he relented.
They stepped back out into the living room, and August closed the door with a respectful gentleness. And just like that, it was one wall again.
‘Why do you think it’s hidden, designed to look like there isn’t a door there?’ Flynn questioned.
