"You came…." Was all he could manage to get out.
"I did…." She smiled sweetly at him before looking down at his feet. "Nice boots." She said playfully.
Their eyes met briefly before they both chuckled nervously.
"I was surprised to hear from you...." She said nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear before using the oversized jacket to wrap herself tighter. Callum wasn't sure if it was her nerves or the cold, but he saw the window of opportunity regardless.
He strode toward her, a little more enthusiastically than intended, and draped a large blanket over her shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled gratefully.
"Here, come sit by the fire. I wasn't entirely prepared for how cold an April evening here would be...."
He deliberately avoided her first question. The truth is, he was angry at her for a time after she left. But it didn't take long for him to realise she could never stray far from his good graces. All he wanted was her happiness, and if she found that without him, he accepted that. Well, for a while.
They sat together on the bench seat by the fire. Knees touching lightly as they sipped on mulled cider. He delighted in the way she appreciated a drink with all her senses. How she inhaled the scent of things and before going in for the taste. As she breathed in the notes of pear and cinnamon, her nose crinkled most adorably before she closed her eyes and savoured the aroma for a few moments before taking a slow sip.
"I thought you would hate me, you know, for leaving...."
"I could never hate you, Soph. I was angry for a time. But mostly, I just missed you with every fibre of my being."
He felt her hand on his leg, just above his knee, warm from holding the cider. He instinctively placed his over hers.
"You wrote about us... You wrote our story."
"I did. My therapist thought it might give me closure...." he chuckled to himself.
"And did it?"
"Not even close. But I was determined to leave you be. Until I started getting the letters...."
"Letters?"
"Aye. The letters from my adoring fans. I never intended to tell the story to the world, but I didn't want it kept entirely to myself either. The handful of people reading gradually became... more than a handful. It turns out we had the kind of story people wanted to read about. And the really invested ones started sending me letters...."
Sophie sat mesmerised as she listened to Callum. She had forgotten what a melody his rich Scottish accent was to her ears. He'd always had a knack for storytelling. It didn't surprise her in the slightest to find he'd become an author.
She listened intently as he told her about the letters he started receiving, pleading for him to find her.
"Love like that doesn't stop… ever." One of them had said. Callum told her that was the moment he knew that if after all this time he still loved her, then there was a real chance she still loved him too, and one way or another, he was determined to find out.
They had naturally moved into a position where their bodies were entwined. Her head resting on his chest as he draped his arm around her. She didn't need to tell him that she still loved him. He knew her soul better than she did. The fact that she showed up at all told him all he needed to know. She thought back to that first night, trying not to dwell on the time they had wasted these last five years apart. She looked up at him with her trademark sweet smile and said, "So, what now?" His smile lit up his face, reaching all the way to his eyes as he looked back at her. "Remember that time we went apple picking at Ballycross Apple Farm in Wexford?" "Of course." She laughed like she could forget the way he caught her. Like some kind of knight in shining armour when she fell from the ladder, only fo
Sophie had half-expected him to tell her to leave. He had always been impulsive and spontaneous. It was what drew her to him from the start. But after two years of living out of her comfort zone, she had started to crave some predictability. Or so she thought. Ultimately, her inability to make up her mind about what she wanted is what led to their downfall.He offered her the world. Anything she wanted, he would make it happen. He’d marry her or not. They would have kids, or they wouldn’t. All he cared about was the two of them being together. And it terrified her.It terrified her to consider being loved so completely by another person. However, she loved him that much. Years of heartbreak and self-doubt caused her to become paranoid and cynical.It didn’t matter how much he proved his love and his loyalty to her; there was always a voice in her
“It’s late, Callum. I should get going….”Sophie was being a coward, and she knew it. But, she wasn’t ready for the intense conversation they needed to have. He’d asked her what was holding her back like it wasn’t the most complicated question ever posed. It would’ve been easier to tell him what wasn’t holding her back.Callum nodded solemnly, sensing wisely that if he pushed too hard now, he might push her away entirely.“I’ll walk you to your car…” he offered, ever the gentleman. Sophie agreed, and they walked slowly to the entrance of the orchard.“Shit.” She muttered to herself.“What is it, love?”“I didn’t drive. I uh, got an Uber. It’s fine. I
“Callum, it’s no big deal, honestly. I put on a pretty dress, and I hang off the arm of a lonely guy at an event. It’s good money, and it’s temporary. Just until I have enough to buy the premises for my patisserie….”Callum stared straight ahead, hands still gripping the steering wheel. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenched, and his knuckles were beginning to turn white.Sophie was beginning to feel cross. Who did he think he was? Showing up out of the blue and reacting this way when she was only trying to be honest. What did he expect after five years? That there’d be no surprises, that she’d simply been sitting around waiting for the day he decided to chase after her… Until that package arrived at her door, she was convinced she would never see Callum Buchanan again.“You know, you really have no right to be mad at me. How I chose to earn a living while we were broken up for five years is really non
It was Friday, and it had been exactly one week since Callum Buchanan had crash landed back into Sophie’s life.They had been texting back and forth all week. Both resisting the urge to cancel all their other plans for each other. They were determined to do the whole dating thing more traditionally this time. So, they had settled on a lunch date.Lunch was decidedly safer than dinner. Plus, Sophie had a client that evening.Callum insisted on picking her up and she gladly accepted the offer. He had always been chivalrous—the kind of man who opened doors, walked on the traffic side of the footpath, picked you up before a date… Sophie had always loved that about him. It made her feel nurtured in a way that wasn’t overbearing. The gestures always seemed thoughtful rather than possessive, she could handle herself and Callum knew that, but he still always tried to make her feel secure.Sophie was waiting outside her building when she h
Sophie didn’t feel awkward in the passenger seat of Pierce’s expensive sports car. Although he was paying for her to be his date this evening, the conversation was free-flowing and comfortable. They asked each other the usual questions, getting to know each other a little to help with the façade of the evening.“That’s a great dress, by the way…” he said with a flirtatious smirk forming across his handsome face.Sophie couldn’t help the blush the hit her cheeks as she ran her hands down the emerald satin gown. It was one of her favourites, figure hugging yet flattering and the colour accentuated her unusual eyes.Callum had always insisted black was her best colour. That anything else drew far too much attention away from her natural beauty. The emerald green gown was an exception. The first time she wore that dress his eyes roamed up and down her body and his jaw noticeably dropped a little. She still remembered
London was everything Sophie dreamt it would be. After a long day of sightseeing, she was exhausted yet satisfied. She had one last stop on her tour before she could finally retire to her hotel room for the night. Although she was seriously considering skipping the last stop and sneaking away to her luxurious hotel bed early, she knew she'd regret it tomorrow. She decided sugar was the only solution. She stared lon
She popped the last piece of cake in her mouth and savoured the delicious, chocolatey taste. She turned to Callum with a glint in her eye, "I don't mind. But make it an adventure."
Sophie didn’t feel awkward in the passenger seat of Pierce’s expensive sports car. Although he was paying for her to be his date this evening, the conversation was free-flowing and comfortable. They asked each other the usual questions, getting to know each other a little to help with the façade of the evening.“That’s a great dress, by the way…” he said with a flirtatious smirk forming across his handsome face.Sophie couldn’t help the blush the hit her cheeks as she ran her hands down the emerald satin gown. It was one of her favourites, figure hugging yet flattering and the colour accentuated her unusual eyes.Callum had always insisted black was her best colour. That anything else drew far too much attention away from her natural beauty. The emerald green gown was an exception. The first time she wore that dress his eyes roamed up and down her body and his jaw noticeably dropped a little. She still remembered
It was Friday, and it had been exactly one week since Callum Buchanan had crash landed back into Sophie’s life.They had been texting back and forth all week. Both resisting the urge to cancel all their other plans for each other. They were determined to do the whole dating thing more traditionally this time. So, they had settled on a lunch date.Lunch was decidedly safer than dinner. Plus, Sophie had a client that evening.Callum insisted on picking her up and she gladly accepted the offer. He had always been chivalrous—the kind of man who opened doors, walked on the traffic side of the footpath, picked you up before a date… Sophie had always loved that about him. It made her feel nurtured in a way that wasn’t overbearing. The gestures always seemed thoughtful rather than possessive, she could handle herself and Callum knew that, but he still always tried to make her feel secure.Sophie was waiting outside her building when she h
“Callum, it’s no big deal, honestly. I put on a pretty dress, and I hang off the arm of a lonely guy at an event. It’s good money, and it’s temporary. Just until I have enough to buy the premises for my patisserie….”Callum stared straight ahead, hands still gripping the steering wheel. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenched, and his knuckles were beginning to turn white.Sophie was beginning to feel cross. Who did he think he was? Showing up out of the blue and reacting this way when she was only trying to be honest. What did he expect after five years? That there’d be no surprises, that she’d simply been sitting around waiting for the day he decided to chase after her… Until that package arrived at her door, she was convinced she would never see Callum Buchanan again.“You know, you really have no right to be mad at me. How I chose to earn a living while we were broken up for five years is really non
“It’s late, Callum. I should get going….”Sophie was being a coward, and she knew it. But, she wasn’t ready for the intense conversation they needed to have. He’d asked her what was holding her back like it wasn’t the most complicated question ever posed. It would’ve been easier to tell him what wasn’t holding her back.Callum nodded solemnly, sensing wisely that if he pushed too hard now, he might push her away entirely.“I’ll walk you to your car…” he offered, ever the gentleman. Sophie agreed, and they walked slowly to the entrance of the orchard.“Shit.” She muttered to herself.“What is it, love?”“I didn’t drive. I uh, got an Uber. It’s fine. I
Sophie had half-expected him to tell her to leave. He had always been impulsive and spontaneous. It was what drew her to him from the start. But after two years of living out of her comfort zone, she had started to crave some predictability. Or so she thought. Ultimately, her inability to make up her mind about what she wanted is what led to their downfall.He offered her the world. Anything she wanted, he would make it happen. He’d marry her or not. They would have kids, or they wouldn’t. All he cared about was the two of them being together. And it terrified her.It terrified her to consider being loved so completely by another person. However, she loved him that much. Years of heartbreak and self-doubt caused her to become paranoid and cynical.It didn’t matter how much he proved his love and his loyalty to her; there was always a voice in her
They had naturally moved into a position where their bodies were entwined. Her head resting on his chest as he draped his arm around her. She didn't need to tell him that she still loved him. He knew her soul better than she did. The fact that she showed up at all told him all he needed to know. She thought back to that first night, trying not to dwell on the time they had wasted these last five years apart. She looked up at him with her trademark sweet smile and said, "So, what now?" His smile lit up his face, reaching all the way to his eyes as he looked back at her. "Remember that time we went apple picking at Ballycross Apple Farm in Wexford?" "Of course." She laughed like she could forget the way he caught her. Like some kind of knight in shining armour when she fell from the ladder, only fo
"You came…." Was all he could manage to get out. "I did…." She smiled sweetly at him before looking down at his feet. "Nice boots." She said playfully. Their eyes met briefly before they both chuckled nervously. "I was surprised to hear from you...." She said nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear before using the oversized jacket to wrap herself tighter. Callum wasn't sure if it was her nerves or the cold, but he saw the window of opportunity regardless. He strode toward her, a little more enthusiastically than intended, and draped a large blanket over her shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled gratefully. "Here, come sit by the fire. I wasn't entirely prepared for how cold an April evening here would be...." He deliberately avoided her first question. Th
As they pulled up to her destination, she thanked the driver and made her way down the cobblestone path toward the courtyard nestled behind the main building. As she rounded the corner, she noticed that the trail had been lined with pillar candles clustered in various sizes. Some in lanterns, others not. Her eyes followed the path before her, and she stopped in her tracks when she saw him, back toward her looking out over the orchard.It was the boots she noticed first. The Craftsman's that would have been in the shoebox containing the book and note that led her here. She remembered looking at his tattered old boots when they took that day trip to Inverness all those years ago. He complained he could never get a pair to last, and she told him when they visited Australia, she'd buy some for him, and he'd never complain about a set of boots not lasting again.He must have sensed that she'd stopped
Seven years later. "Breathe, Sophie,... In and out... One... two... three..." Sophie was a bundle of nerves as she attempted to steady her trembling hands enough to apply her make-up. It had been three days since the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper had been mysteriously left on her doorstep. She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Advent