Page 114 of The Felicity Theory (The Laws of Love 4)

That night, with a little more confidence, she wrote more of her letter to Oliver.

Every moment of our trip across the Nullarbor was precious. It has given me memories I will cherish my whole life, and even though our visit to Adelaide was a bit fraught with the demise of the Shaggin’ Wagon, it was so wonderful to meet your friends, to see you through their eyes and realise how much they care about you. You are a beautiful man, Oliver, on so many levels. I hope you can accept how much people love you.

She put the letter away. She had things to get ready for the school term.

The next day as she sat in the teachers’ meeting, her phone pinged again. She excused herself and sneaked out to the toilet so she could study it properly.

This time her hat was sitting on a park bench overlooking the sea. There were seagulls in the background, and a paper bag filled with fish and chips next to her hat.

A little smile kicked at the corner of her lips. Ithadto be Streaky Bay.

Her breath caught at how happy she had been there. How happytheyhad been. She wrote more of the letter as soon as she got home.

Streaky Bay was almost the highlight. Oh, except really, how can I choose? Being with you in that little motel room felt like we were in a magic bubble. I’m not sure how making love can feel so completely right so soon after you’ve met someone, but the chemistry was so powerful, as if we’d always known how to pleasure one another. And oh, Oliver, the sight of us making love in that mirror, it will stay with me, cherished forever (and will probably fuel quite a few X-rated fantasies).

A day later, after her class of kids had left and she was clearing up the classroom, another photo arrived, of her hat sitting boldly on the front of… the Shaggin’ Wagon! At… oh, now she was blushing madly. That had to be Fowlers Bay, except she barely recognised it because the sun was shining brightly. Not a rain cloud in sight.

She messaged him back:Has the Shaggin’ Wagon been resurrected?

Some things are too good to be left behind, was the cryptic reply.

When she got home, she took her letter out of her dressing table drawer.The night in Fowlers Bay blew my mind. You blew my mind. I have never had such amazing…she crossed that out.I have never made love with a man the way you and I did that night. With such wild abandonment. I will forever be thankful to the sky for dumping Australia’s annual rainfall on us in a single night, and gifting me—you.

She sighed and put the letter away, and slept better than she had since she’d got home.

Where, she wondered, just before she drifted off to sleep, would her hat be tomorrow?

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