Chapter 8What to do next?
That question would have to remain unanswered for now as the Harley rumbled into the car park of a beautifully quaint country pub and rolled to a stop.
Before they even removed their helmets they could smell the aromas of roasted meats and potatoes wafting out through the open door and their mouths began to water.
They spent a pleasant couple of hours drinking ginger beer and eating wonderfully succulent roast beef with fiery horseradish and crispy roast potatoes, while talking about everything under the sun.
Sometimes their hands would touch, or an arm would be stroked, or their feet would touch and often they found themselves gazing into each other’s eyes and Kate couldn’t help thinking that this was the most gentle courtship she had ever been part of.
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