accessories.
Samantha had invested in a variety of fabrics which she planned to sell in the studio shop she was opening in three monthsâ time. Maggieâs favourites were the Scottish wools, mohairs and tartans, which had taken her fancy as well as Samanthaâs.
All in all they had done well, and Maggie made up her mind to come back next year. With Jake. He had never travelled abroad and had recently confided that he would enjoy making a trip to England one day.
She had missed him, missed his warmth and affection, his sense of fun, his dry humour, his passion, and his constant cosseting of her. He made her feel so wanted, so loved, in a way which Mike Sorrell never had.
She heard her name and glanced up, peering ahead, shading her eyes against the bright light with her hand. She waved when she saw Samantha coming down the path towards her.
âIâve been looking all over for you!â Samantha exclaimed, tucking her arm through Maggieâs, falling into step. The two of them continued on to the hotel together.
Maggie said, âI love this time of day, just before dark. Itâs magic.â
Samantha nodded. âSo do I. And thatâs what they call it in the movie business â¦
the magic hour.
Apparently cinematographers think itâs the most wonderful light for filming.â Samantha shivered. âLetâs go inside, Maggie, itâs turned coolish. Thereâs a breeze blowing up for one thing, and it smells of rain.â
âIâm a bit cold myself,â Maggie admitted.
They increased their pace, and once they were inside the hotel Samantha looked at her watch. She said, âItâs nearly seven. Letâs go and have a drink in the lounge. Thereâs a huge fire blazing in there. It might be July, but they know something about these cool Scottish nights, the locals do.â
A short while later the two friends sat in the comfortable lounge. It was furnished with deep leather chairs and sofas, and there were wonderful old paintings on the walls. Vases of flowers were everywhere and their mingled scents filled the air. The only sounds were the ticking of a clock somewhere at the other end of the room and the hiss and crackle of the logs burning in the huge marble fireplace. Silk-shaded lamps had been turned on and the lounge had a soft glow to it.
Samantha looked around and said, âItâs so intimate and cosy in here, and the room has a real country-house feeling to it, donât you think?â
âItâs a look thatâs hard to reproduce properly,â Maggie said. âThe British do it so well, maybe because itâs endemic to their way of life.â
Samantha merely smiled and took a sip of her whitewine. Then she glanced across at Maggie. âIâve really enjoyed the trip, havenât you?âÂ
âYes, I have.â
Now Samantha eyed her carefully and murmured, âBut youâve missed Jake, havenât you?â
Maggie smiled. âA bit â¦â She laughed, added, âA lot actually. How did you guess?â
âYouâve seemed distracted sometimes, and sort of ⦠well,
faraway
is the best way of describing it.â
Maggie was silent. She averted her face for a brief moment, sat gazing into the fire, a quiet, reflective expression settling in her eyes. After a moment she glanced at her best friend and said, âThereâs something I want to tell you.â
Samantha nodded. âAnd oddly enough, Iâve got something to tell you. But you go first.â
There was a fractional silence. Maggie then said, âIâm pregnant, Sam.â
âGood God! You canât be! Surely not! Not in this day and age! Donât tell me you didnât use anything, for Godâs sake!â
âYes. I missed my period for the second time last week, when we first got here. And no, we didnât use anything.â
Samantha sat back, gaping at her askance. âThereâs
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