Page 35 of Flowers Go Flying in Crumbleton
‘Hey Murray?’
Milly’s voice cut across him, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t know what he’d been about to say anyway. He’d just been waffling in the vague hope of prolonging the moment.
‘Yeah?’ he said.
She beckoned for him to come closer, and he shuffled as near to the edge of the little boat as he dared. Milly leaned down and placed her hands on his shoulders. Before he knew what was happening, her soft mouth was on his.
Was he hallucinating again?
‘I just wanted to say,’ she said, looking slightly dazed as she pulled away from him, ‘in case we don’t get the chance to talk again - I thought you looked really nice wearing just a towel.’
Murray blinked, and Milly shot him a seriously cheeky smile.
This was his chance.
Say something man!
‘Erm… thanks,’ he spluttered.
Smooth!
He was reeling from the kiss – and a bit befuddled from everything else. It took him several seconds to realise that she was already walking away from him, giving him a little wave over her shoulder.
That had been his last chance to say something – to ask to see her again – and he’d blown it.
Murray stood stock still, watching as she sauntered towards the City Gates. Just before she was about to disappear from view, she turned around, gave him a salute and then blew him a kiss.
Murray smiled broadly as he returned the wave—and then she was gone.
‘I don’t even have your phone number!’ he sighed.
But… he did know where her shop was, and this time, he wasn’t going to rely on someone else’s wedding to bring them back together. He was going to ask Milly Rowlands out on a date. A proper one - minus the mud and the dizzy spells.
CHAPTER 15
MILLY
He was still watching! Was there anything better than that?!
Milly waved like a lunatic. Then, turning reluctantly away from Murray, she practically skipped through the City Gates back into Crumbleton.
She’d kissed him. She hadn’t been able to stop herself!
Goodness only knew what he thought of her after that… but if his dazed smile was anything to go by, and the fact that he’d watched her as she’d walked away…
It had to be a good sign, right?!
‘Apart from the fact you still don’t have his phone number—idiot!’ she muttered, coming to an abrupt halt. She’d got so lost in the moment that it hadn’t even crossed her mind. They hadn’t arranged to see each other again either… and there was no way she’d be braving that boat trip again.
‘Damnit!’
Milly loitered on the cobbles for a long moment, wondering what on earth she should do. She could just leave it up to fate and hope they’d bump into each other again. Maybe Murray would turn up at the shop…?
Well, one thing was for sure – she couldn’t turn around and run back to the wharf to beg for his phone number… could she?
Nope. She had some pride.
Didn’t she?
