Chapter Seven
As Carrie flounces away, my heart sinks into my boots. Christ, me and my big mouth. Or my conscience. Probably both. I couldn’t have just waited for the woman and her dog to bugger off and start snogging Carrie’s face off again, could I? No, I had to go and let my brain get in the way of my c**k. Normally, folk say it’s doing things the other way around that causes trouble. Either way, I’ve managed to piss Carrie off and sent her scurrying into the countryside.
She won’t come to any harm. We’re in a river valley so the only directions she can go are either way on the path, or up the very steep side of the valley to the top. I’m pretty sure she won’t go too far up the slope—only the sheep are insane enough to attempt that.
Sighing, I gather up all the picnic paraphernalia a
