It was mid-afternoon when Michael called.
“I was beginning to worry,” said Shane.
“Ah you know what removalists are like. They were half an hour late getting here, then took forever to load the truck, even though I’d done all the packing and dismantling myself. They charge by the hour, so I think there’s our answer.” He laughed. “And how are you, sexy? You alright?”
“Pretty relaxed. Waiting for you. Finished the cleaning. Watered the plants.”
“Packed?”
“Took a whole five minutes.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m leaving right now.”
“Okay, I might go for a walk. If I’m not here when you arrive, I won’t be far away.”
“No worries. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He hung up and collected the front door key. Stepping out into the sunshine, he felt as though he were stepping out o
