Page 19 of The Home Grown
Ellie Kitchener.
Yep. It’s definitely her and fuck me, she looks good.
Big brown eyes and pouty lips … not to mention she’s filled out with a fantastic rack and curves that have me wanting to sneak a peek at her ass, just to see—but I don’t. I maintain some level of decorum.
“I—” She clamps her mouth shut.
“Hey, you,” I say.
I can’t stop myself from grinning, but when she doesn’t beam back, my smile drops.
I get the feeling she’s pissed at me. Her shiny lips are in a straight line and she pulls her eyebrows together, like she’s trying to hold in some anger.
“Is everything okay? What are you doing here? Not that I’m not pleased to see you or anything but?—”
“Here.” She swallows hard before holding out a business card. “I’ve been in touch with a solicitor, and he said I should contact you. To figure things out.”
I frown and take the card from her, my brow pulling tight. “Figure what out?”
I glance down at the text.
Greg Jamison. Conveyancer.
“I’m sure if you wanted me to consider him for my future house purchases, you could have called me.”
She scoffs. “Ignore the conveyancer bit—besides, I don’t have your number, and you apparently don’t check your messages. I’ve lost a full day of earnings coming to find you.”
“Yousay that like you’ve been trying to track me down or something.”
“I have. I had no choice but to trawl the internet. By the way, your address is online. You may want to fix that.”
“What the—” I dip my hand into my pocket to pull out my phone but I can feel her glaring at me, so I decide that’s a problem for later.
I have no idea what’s going on. I haven’t seen this girl in, what, seven or eight years and she turns up out of the blue and hands me a card for a solicitor—one who specialises in property—and has a pop at me for loss of earnings.
It makes zero sense.
“I’m really fucking confused,” I say.
“I thought you’d say that.” She folds her arms over her chest and looks down at the pavement.
“Well, maybe if you told me why you want to?—”
“That wedding experience?” she says. “Ring any bells?”
Wedding experience?
I let my mind wander back to the last time I saw Ellie.
Ellie and some friends of hers came to visit when me and my old hockey buddy Sam were in Germany on a training camp.
Everyone sort of paired off and Ellie and I were left alone.
I remember taking a ferry over to a Danish Island—‘Ærø’ or something like that. We’d only planned to go to the beach, but we ended up making a day of it. What started out as a guided tour led to a few drinks … and?—
It clicks.
Thatwedding experience.
