Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
However, they still traveled during the summer and Theo traveled more often because he was not just a screenwriter but a producer. Now that Rose was a wee bit older, he was starting to work on projects that did require some travel.
His wife, Sarah McCulloch Cavendish, wasn’t someone I’d known particularly well as a child, even though she’d lived in Ardnoch her entire life. Her cousin, Jared, had returned to Ardnoch to help their grandfather Collum with the farm, and the three of them kept to themselves. Plus, there was some antagonism between my family and the McCullochs owing to a generations-old land dispute so, growing up, I’d never known if Sarah disliked us. It turned out she couldn’t care less about old arguments and was now a good friend to my family.
Sarah had worked as a housekeeper at Ardnoch Estate for years, all the while secretly penning a best-selling crime fiction series. When Collum passed away, she decided to give up the housekeeping job and be open about her success. Her first port of call was asking Theo Cavendish, one of the UK’s best screenwriters and producers (and the son of an actual viscount), to consider adapting her series for television. What occurred between them after that only they knew, but the unlikely pair—shy housekeeper and imperious English aristocrat—fell madly in love. They made the television series together and it was a massive hit, won a ton of awards, and had become a cult classic among television shows. I’d even guest-starred on it before its final season.
With the kids now on their summer holidays, it was unusual for the Cavendishes to still be here, but according to Mum, Sarah was on deadline and they weren’t planning to travel for another two weeks.
After chatting with my uncle Brodan, he’d suggested Theo was the best person to discuss my script with since he was still in the business. Uncle Brodan, of course, offered to read it, but I knew he was correct. Not just because Theo knew what was relevant and happening in the industry, but because he wasn’t someone who had inspired my script like my family had, like Brodan had.
I walked along the farmer’s lane that connected the small, sprawled development Jared and Allegra had created, having said goodbye to Fyfe and Millie as he set off to drop her at daycare and then head in for a meeting with a client at Ardnoch. The past few weeks with Fyfe had been nothing short of bliss. After what I’d gone through recently, I hadn’t thought I was capable of being this happy. But I finally understood what cloud nine meant.
I was on it. And regularly getting the best orgasms of my life on that thing.
Fyfe, Millie, and I had fallen into a routine so easily, it was like we were built to be a family. I spent most of my nights there, so much so Mum and Dad were angling for a family dinner so they could officially commemorate my relationship with Fyfe. I knew they were pleased for us, but I was a wee bit apprehensive to do any “commemorating.” Because as much as I was loving every minute of this life Fyfe and I were creating … there was just one thing missing.
He hadn’t told me he loved me.
I hadn’t said it again since that first time I confessed it because … well … maybe, a little stubbornly, I wanted him to say it first.
Yet, if he didn’t say it soon, I was going to blurt those three words out there and try not to lose my shit if he didn’t say them back.
Stubborn male.
I took a deep breath, shoving thoughts of my new relationship with Fyfe from my mind. Now was about me. About my possible future career. For a moment, I stood outside the large home that was almost identical to Fyfe’s, staring at it. Urging my feet forward.
Theo was expecting me.
I’d called him last night to ask if he had time to talk. He told me he’d be home at 8:30 a.m. after dropping Rose off at the summer school my mum organized on top of her regular daycare. My mother was superwoman. It would be cool to be like Mum. To be able to explore my own passions, all the while helping Fyfe raise Millie.
Mor asked me the other day if that meant I was going to be Millie’s new mum. I hadn’t known how to answer. So I’d said maybe. My wee sister had then asked if that scared me.
I answered honestly. “I think it would be arrogant to say no when I’ll be responsible for a little human being’s happiness. But I’m more excited than scared.”
It was true. Millie had weirdly felt like mine from the very beginning. Kind of like how Fyfe had felt like mine since I was eleven years old.