be here for hours while Lara carefully unstitches all the thread her robot sewed onto the dress I’m wearing, but I’m shocked out of my mind when Lara grabs a huge pair of gleaming sharp scissors from a drawer. She tells me to hold still as she enters the dress with the shears from just under my armpit.
“Are you mad?” I mumble to her.
“Don’t worry, if I slice this baby just right I’ll be able to sew it back up along the seam.” Lara frowns in concentration. “The most important thing is to get you out of this bloody dress right now!”
I’m not going to argue with her. I know it will cost her thousands of pounds if she’s unable to sew this dress back up, but I have every confidence in her skills as a seamstress. Besides, after the day I’ve had I’m in no mood to sit here for hours just to be unstitched from a dress.
A matter of minutes later and Callum and I have pulled our respective cars into our driveway. “Don’t worry, babe,” Callum says, opening my driver door. “We’ll sort out your cafe in the morning, everything’s going to be fine.”
He’s been reassuring me like this since he showed up at the disaster scene. He’s right. Nothing imperative was broken at the cafe, it’s just needs quite a bit of tidying up and everything will be sorted.
“You shouldn’t think for a minute that the wedding needs to be postponed.”
I wasn’t thinking that at all actually and as I hop out of the car I’m wondering where such a statement came from. When he offers to carry me inside again though, I’m relieved he’s managed to retain such a jovial attitude.
Sighing loudly I head upstairs once we’re inside. I snort a laugh as Callum follows me. “You’d think after sleeping for a week I’d never be tired again,” I yawn. “I’m knackered though.”
“You’ve been through a lot, honey, I don’t blame you.” Callum nuzzles my neck after we head into the bedroom. I take one look at the bed that I did indeed just spend a solid week lying in, and I head right back out the door.
Pounding down the stairs Callum once again follows me. I plop onto the sofa in the front room and lay on my side. “I’m sleeping here tonight.”
I don’t even hear my fiancé’s reply, even though I’m sure he said something. I’m too worn out mentally. I zonk out in the blink of an eye and I’m hoping my dreams bring me some sense of relief from an unbelievably catastrophic day.
Chapter 7
Oof, ugh, toss and turn. Why the bloody hell am I so uncomfortable? Blinking open my eyelids I stare up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Oh. Right. I’d slept on the sofa last night. Well, I suppose that was a bad idea. As squidgy as our couch is, it’s not comfortable enough to rest on for the entire night. I think I’m going to crawl upstairs and into my flat bed where I can spread my limbs.
Tossing my legs over the side of the sofa causes someone extreme pain, and that person isn’t me.
“Ouch!” Callum grumbles.
I sit straight up and start feeling around with my toes. Looking down I see him lying on the floor next to the couch with his pillow and blanket.
“What are you doing down there?” I ask him, my feet still planted into his stomach area.
“Well I was sleeping next to you until you decided to give me such a painful awakening.”
Aw. What a sweetheart my fiancé is. “You slept there all night?”
Removing my feet from his abdomen, Callum slides up onto the sofa with me. “Of course I did, darling. I would have missed you too much in that big empty bed otherwise.”
Despite soreness from waking up on a cramped sofa, my betrothed and I make better use of the couch. We have morning sex and it really helps to work out all the kinks in my bunched up muscles. So that’s a bonus.
Alas, not even hot and heavy love making can push away all thoughts of yesterday. “I guess I’d better get on over to the cafe.” I grumble, still lying next to a spent Callum.
“Correction,” he does his neck nuzzling thing on me again. “We will both go to your cafe.”
Oh yes. I’d forgotten my wonderful man had said he’d take the day off work to help with the disaster clean up. “You’re so sweet, honey.” I drag my fingers through his