The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 445) Fresh Soap
Music is coming from the main room of the cottage and as Lyla rounds the corner from the hallway; she sees several bouquets of flowers sitting in various areas. They have sweetened the place with full fragrance and color. Small candles flicker throughout the room and she sees Crispin backing out of the kitchen with a tray in his hands.
“Ah, you didn’t drown after all.” He says with a gentle voice as he nudges the kitchen door forcing it to close behind him. “I was getting ready to check on you.” He says as he walks across the room. He is neatly groomed and wearing blue plaid pajama bottoms with a deep gray cotton t-shirt. Lyla is so used to seeing him in a suit that this relaxed look seems odd to her, but quite nice at the same time. His stature is well-defined and he smells like fresh soap. “I made you some tea to help you sleep. It is my Grandmother’s recipe.” He sets the tray on the table near the sofa and motions for Lyla to take a seat as he sits down next to her.
“Do you always have fresh flowers sitting around?” she asks as she looks at the arrangement on the table.
“No, they are just here for you.” He says as he pours her a cup of tea. “I wanted to surprise you but this wasn’t exactly how I planned it to happen. None the less though, here we are.” He watches her closely.
“They are lovely and smell fantastic.” She says as she takes the cup from his hand and curls up on the sofa tucking her legs and feet under the robe.
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