Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
To my surprise, she was still dating Nick. Nick had attended our school but was a few years ahead of us. I remembered him being gorgeous, popular, and a bully. London promised he’d matured since then, but I had my reservations. Nick was a successful stockbroker, and I thought he was wrong for my best friend. He wanted London to quit her job, and it had become a point of contention between them. I thought Nick didn’t really know London if he thought she’d give up her career for him. However, London seemed infatuated with him, despite their differences.
It’ll never be worth that. But London could come to Scotland
It was too early to get a response. I’d need distraction elsewhere. Keeping busy. That’s what I required. The past week, I’d spent my time sightseeing, in between traveling to antique stores on the mainland and across the isles with Cameron to find pieces that might work for the B and B. I attempted valiantly not to think about Ramsay.
I saw him yesterday, bringing his small boat into harbor, the rocking chair he’d been working on in the back of it. He’d obviously finished it and was bringing it to Cammie. Ramsay hadn’t seen me and I’d hurried away before he could.
Cammie had asked me about getting stuck on Stòr. Apparently, Annie at the volunteer lifeboat service had told everyone. I shrugged it off like it was no big deal and changed the subject.
There was no point letting everyone know I had a big ol’ silly crush on a man who had left his beloved dog alone with a stranger rather than converse with said stranger.
Throwing back the last of my coffee, I grabbed my keys and purse, glancing around the apartment to make sure I had everything I needed. It was a small one bedroom with an open-plan living and kitchen. It had a nice view over the harbor, though the windows weren’t big enough to really take advantage of it. Aodhan usually rented the apartment out as a vacation let and it wasn’t purpose built for someone to stay in long term. But it would do until the B and B was ready. We were designing an owner’s suite where I’d live permanently.
I hurried down the stairwell, out the front entrance of the building, and almost walked into a group of tourists. Murmuring apologies, I strode down the harbor road that bustled with life. As long as the weather allowed, there were regular ferries to the mainland not only for tourists but for locals. Many people on Glenvulin worked on the mainland, so they had to catch a ferry in the mornings and afternoons. There were also tourists, of course, and fishermen and excursion boats already filling the harbor. The smell of seawater, fish, and the sound of gulls crying overhead had become a familiar and welcome assault on my senses. Cammie had joked that there were only two seasons on Glenvulin—June and winter.
It was June and I was going to enjoy the heck out of the mild, calm weather while we had it.
For the past few weeks, I’d ventured all over Glenvulin, snapping photos for my social media, starting with the colorful row of buildings that curved along the coastline. For a tiny village, the rainbow Main Street overflowed with businesses. There was everything from the volunteer lifeboat service and ferry crossing to vacation apartments, two hotels, a hostel, a beauty salon, a convenience store, a coffee/bookshop, a bakery, two gift shops, a museum, a hardware store, a chocolate shop, a whisky distillery, pharmacy, Italian restaurant, and a fish-and-chips shop. And that was just on Main Street. In the village beyond were more stores, a fishmonger, a butcher, a doctor’s surgery, a fire and police station, and a small supermarket. Farther out on Glenvulin were a couple more cafés and restaurants, a cheese farm, Quinn and Cammie’s parents’ farm and their farm shop with fresh produce, as well as a few more hotels and B and Bs.
I’d been warned I’d miss my conveniences living on the island, but so far, so good. Certain services managed to do overnight to the isles, which amazed me, but getting some of the supplies we required for the renovation was a little more involved. I had to pay extra on delivery for the more unwieldy and larger materials. But I could survive with only a handful of takeout choices and stores.
Maybe not having everything at their fingertips, having to wait to receive things they wanted and/or needed, or having to travel for them was why the people of Glenvulin seemed a lot more laid-back and patient than the people from the world I’d left behind.
Work started today and Cameron had offered to meet me there. I enjoyed hanging out with Cammie and was pretty sure we’d remain friends after the B and B renovation was complete.