stain. She had been in the property for several months now and thankfully, she had finally got the new triple glazed win

red walls. Colt had found her little traditional crofters cottage could be quite dark, especially with the surprisingly restrictive daylight ho

being able to be hands on with the renovations. She had been sending progress pictures of her work back home, though s

ickling down and through to Elijah, via Marcus, her cousin and it would seem, Elijah's one remaining close friend. Plus, her Mom had never really spoken too much of her pare

truth. She wanted to share her achievements with them. The jobs she had put her own hard labour into. From, pulling up old rotten floorboar

inally from Spain, and before Elijah, Colt would have found the Spaniard very attractive. But, unfortunately this was post Elijah, and Colt hadn't met one man who had sparked any interes

ingle, and looking to settle down and get serious, the man was like a corney old school dating video. Colt h

e was being stalked. Hell, he had even turned up at Colt's door, when she returned from a run, pervertedly acting like he fully expected her to shift naked in front of him and invite him in for coffee. Thankfully, all it took was a snarl from her w

ppearance, Angus, just didn't. He had dull grey eyes and was about as charismatic as a blob sculpin fish. But, he was persistent, and forward, and Colt was running out of polite ways to tell him to go away. She was also running out on patience with her grandmother's incessant cooing, over how good a

was Saturday, and tonight she was attending her first ceilidh. Apparently, it was a tradition where they hosted one in Spring, at the beginning of

l as her grandparents which unfortunately meant Angus would likely be there too. But, still she found the prospect quite exciting, and it wouldn't be long till Iona herself turned u

out twenty-six foot long, which she only discovered when she spotted it on a trip to the local harbour. It wasn't often used, according to the locals, since the owner spent a lot of his time in Ireland, she had simply assumed he must fish the waters on a rotation before aquiring that knowledge. But, when she spotted it,

lifted a creel pot out of the water. She guessed, more than saw that he was emptying out the crabs and lobsters, before watching him stack t

r hand, she realised her paint brush had completely dried out, as she had watched the fisherman. Cursing she went through to the kitchen to try and soak it i

she did enjoy how they captured the outdoor smell by being hung out. Colt adored the way, that when she climbed into her fresh bed sheets at the end of the day, the scent of the sea and the beach engulfed her. Briefly she noted the little boat heading back to the

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