by Lisa Hobman
When my camp was all set up I sat on the grass to admire my handiwork whilst Angus rolled on his back with his legs in the air for me to scratch his belly.
Trina arrived and dropped beside me on the grass. ‘So, are you up for a walk into town? There’s a heritage centre if you’re interested in that kind of stuff.’
I was beginning to wish she’d leave me alone, but it was clear she was trying to be nice and so I smiled up at her. ‘Yeah, sounds good. I just need to shower. Can you watch Angus for me?’
‘Absolutely.’
I grabbed my toilet bag and walked over to the small shower block. As I scrubbed my sweaty skin, I thought things through. I came to the conclusion that maybe having a female companion would be quite good. Maybe I’d be able to clear Mallory out of my head easier this way.
Twenty minutes later Trina and I were meandering around the Mallaig Heritage Centre and I was learning about the fishing industry and the famous railway. The whole time we were in there Trina followed close behind me and I could feel her eyes on me. Every so often I glanced over and smiled at her and her eyes lit up. Call me conceited, but I could tell she was smitten.
Later on we sat outside a nice little pub, getting to know each other better as she’d recommended previously. She was an only child and her parents had handed over the running of the campsite to her so that they could take retirement. I told her about my divorce but didn’t go into detail. She didn’t need to know. Trina was quite a touchy-feely girl and she made her attraction clear in the way she kept sliding her fingers down my arm. I wanted to feel something. I really did. And I was determined to keep trying.
All in all it was a really nice day. I loved the Scottish countryside anyway but it was nice to see an area I hadn’t experienced before. The harbour was small and quaint with different-coloured fishing and leisure vessels dotted around the moorings and white-painted houses lining the tiered mountainside. In the opposite direction was the lush, green island of Skye against the cornflower-blue backdrop.
After spending the day together, we picked up a bottle of wine and went back to sit outside my tent on a blanket to share it. It should’ve been very romantic. As the sun went down, the temperature dropped and Trina snuggled up to me. Out of courtesy I slipped my arm around her shoulder to warm her up. Glancing up at me, she leaned in and kissed my lips gently but I didn’t reciprocate. I couldn’t.
She pulled away. ‘You’re not attracted to me, are you?’
I frowned at her words. ‘What? I… you’re a very attractive girl. I just… I don’t know… Maybe I need more time. This past year has been difficult and I’m not sure what I want right now.’ Liar. You want Mallory.
‘I see. Well, I can give you time.’ She snuggled back into my side. ‘I know it’s very soon, but I really like you, Greg. I’d like to see where this goes. If anywhere. No pressure.’
Now, when someone you have known for only twenty four hours or so tells you she really likes you, wants to sleep with you within the first few hours, and is prepared to ‘see where this goes’, you can guarantee that pressure is involved. Alarm bells were already ringing, but for some reason I ignored them.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Trina had ended up working on Thursday and so Angus and I had the time to explore the area without her. We sat on a beach for a few hours just looking out to sea and sharing a haggis baguette. I’m pretty sure Angus thought it was his birthday.
My time in Mallaig was coming to a close and I wasn’t sure how I felt about returning to Clachan.
When Friday morning came around I fluttered my eyes open to adjust to the light coming in through the fabric of the tent canopy. Yawning wide, I tried to stretch my arms over my head, but one was weighed down. With the not-quite-irrational fear of finding a severed horse head beside me, I turned my head in slow motion and my eyes widened at what I saw.
Snuggled into my side was Trina.
Although she was wrapped in a fleece blanket and lying outside my sleeping bag, I had my arm around her and was a little puzzled as to how she got in without Angus barking – or, more to the point, without waking me.
Her eyes opened and she reached up and kissed me. For some reason, things sprang to life below my waistline – or my morning erection was happy to feel her squashed up against me. Either way I was aroused, and the urge to take her was burgeoning as she peered into my eyes with longing.
Biting her lip, she slipped her hand down my chest, into my sleeping bag and gripped me firmly. I inhaled through my nose as she covered my mouth with hers and pushed her tongue between my lips. She moaned as her hand moved, clearly delighted to find my body willing, and I couldn’t help the groan of pleasure that erupted from my throat as the sensation radiated throughout my extremities.
Suddenly Angus leapt to his feet and began barking. The ear-splitting noise in the close confines of the tent had Trina and I wincing. She stopped her ministrations and I raised my head to find my daft dog staring at me as he made his presence known.
‘Oh… I think he might need to pee,’ I told her.
She giggled and covered her eyes. ‘Great timing, Angus.’
I scrambled from my sleeping bag and relief washed over me. Being with Trina wasn’t something I really wanted, if I was honest, and maybe Angus somehow knew this. Anyway, it was a bit creepy doing that stuff with him in the tent. I let him out and he immediately dashed off to relieve his doggy bladder.
Trina crawled out of the small tent and winked at me. She skipped off in the direction of her caravan and returned quite quickly with two steaming mugs of coffee. It tasted really good and for a split second I wondered if maybe she would be worth getting to know. Realising I was on the verge of making a relationship decision based on coffee, I cursed at myself and began to take down the tent with her help.
Whilst we were loading up the Landy, she peered over at me, biting her lip again. It was starting to irritate me. ‘Look… I was wondering… and I know it’s a bit cheeky, but… I wondered if I could come back to Clachan with you? I’ve never seen the bridge and would love to. I’d just stay for the weekend and then I could get the train home. What do you think?’
What the…? ‘Oh… erm…’ I cringed.
She blushed and dropped her gaze. ‘Sorry, that was really rude of me. Forget it.’
I went silent for a while as I thought her request through. It would be a great way to show Mallory that I’m serious about being friends. She could see that I’m moving on. Even if technically I’m not.
Taking a deep breath and wondering if I was about to make another colossal mistake, I leaned and tilted her chin up so her eyes would meet mine. ‘I’d like it if you came back with me for a few days. But… you have to understand that I’m not promising you a relationship. As long as we’re clear on that. Like I said, my head is a bit fucked at the minute.’
Her face lit up and she flung her arms around me. ‘Yay! That’s fantastic,’ she gushed as though my head being fucked were something to celebrate. ‘I’ll go and grab some clothes. I won’t get in your way, I promise.’
‘Hurry though, eh? I’ve got to be home by five and I need to call at the supermarket to pick up some groceries on the way. My friend is dropping her dog off for me to look after while she goes away.’
‘No problem,’ she called as she jogged back towards her caravan.
‘Oh, no, Angus. Did I just do something stupid?’
He grumbled, wagged his tail, and lay down beside me.
‘I’ll take that as a yes, then.’
*
Just over a couple of hours later we arrived at my house. Trina helped me carry the tent in, and Angus insisted on getting under our feet.
‘Make yourself at home, Trina. I’m going to go jump in the shower.’
‘No worries at all. Maybe I’ll explore.’
I showed her the guest room and noticed the disappointment on her face as I left her to settle in. It felt weird having a woman in the house again. And not in a good
way. I couldn’t quite believe I’d allowed a complete stranger into my home. To stay. And if you’re sitting there thinking I’m stupid, I reckon you’re right.
Once out of the shower I checked the time. Shit! Five to five. Mallory would arrive any second. As I stood there with a towel around my waist and drying my hair on another, Trina appeared at the door. ‘Greg, can I borrow an old T-shirt to lounge around in, please? I thought I could cook for you, but I don’t want to splash tomato sauce down my clothes. I haven’t brought much.’ She trailed her eyes down my body, making me feel a little uncomfortable.
‘Oh, yeah. Hang on.’ I grabbed a T-shirt from the drawer and handed it to her. She went back to the guest room to change just as someone knocked on the front door.
‘I’ll get it while you get dressed,’ Trina shouted as she headed down the stairs. I heard her open the door and say, ‘Hello, can I help you?’
I faintly heard Mallory’s voice and hopped around the room, pulling on my jeans in a panic. Without bothering to grab a T-shirt, I made my way downstairs as quickly as I could. Hoping to prove to Mallory that I was cool with being her friend, I slipped my arms around Trina’s waist and greeted my friend at the door.
‘Oh, hi, Mally, have you brought Rubes for me?’
I watched her expression change as she glanced at my arms where they sat around Trina.
She scowled at me. ‘Erm, yes, but if it’s not convenient anymore, Ron said—’
Oh, hell. Maybe this was a bit much. ‘No, no, don’t be daft! We’re happy to have her, aren’t we, Trina?’ Trina nodded and beamed at me. I plastered a big fake smile on my face. ‘We’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry. She’ll have great fun with Angus, won’t you, girl?’ I glanced down at Ruby, and she was wagging her tail – but I felt a little sick. Mallory let go of Ruby’s lead and began to walk away. I thought I saw tears in her eyes.
‘I’m just going to go say goodbye, Trina. Will you take Ruby’s lead off?’
‘Sure.’ She picked up Ruby and cuddled the little ball of fluff.
I jogged out after Mallory. ‘‘Hey, Mally, are you okay? She will be fine, you know,’ I told her as she stopped at her car.
She didn’t turn round but I heard her sniff. ‘I know that. I’m just going to miss her.’
‘Look, I wanted to apologise.’ I walked closer and she turned around slightly. Placing my finger lightly under her chin, I tilted her face to make her look at me. Her blue eyes seared into me and I caught my breath. ‘I was an arse, yet again, last week. I don’t know what was wrong. But…’ I swallowed hard, as if doing so would give me the time I needed to muster up more lies ‘…I had a few days away and met Trina. She’s nice, eh?’ I tried hard to keep an enthusiastic smile on my face, but I was dying a little inside with every word.
‘Oh, yes, she seems delightful.’ I sensed a little sarcasm in her voice and didn’t quite understand why. I was doing her a favour by showing I’d moved on.
‘Aye, I had a lot of thinking to do, but it’s done and I’m over it now.’ I held my arms out for some reason that I don’t really understand myself. Her eyes trailed to the tattooed phrase on my chest and I shivered. Well, I was shirtless and shoeless after all.
‘Good for you.’ She smiled but her eyes didn’t light up.
‘Aye, well, there’s no point wanting what you can’t have, eh?’ I too tried to smile but sadness washed over me as I uttered the words that declared a stark reality.
‘No, no point at all,’ she agreed. ‘I’ll be off, then. I’m staying at a hotel near the airport with the Buchannans tonight and then we fly out early morning.’
I nodded, sensing sadness in her too. ‘Well, have a brilliant time, eh? And don’t worry about this place. We’ll all still be here when you get back.’
Another forced smile graced her features. ‘Great… see you in three weeks, then.’ She bent to climb into her little car and I suddenly panicked.
I desperately wanted to hold her. ‘Don’t you have a hug for your bestie, eh?’
She hesitated but then stepped into my open arms. Feeling her softness press against me brought back the longing I still harboured deep within, and so I thumped her back as I would a male friend’s. Bloody idiot. She pulled away and climbed into her car. When she gazed up at me for a few moments, as she turned the key in the ignition, I saw something in her eyes that said she felt something more for me than she was prepared to admit. I swallowed hard and a frown pulled at my brow. Raising my hand to wave, I was overcome with anguish and fear as she drove away and out of my life for at least three weeks.
What if she didn’t come back?
Chapter Twenty-nine
I walked back into the house and Trina was nowhere to be seen. Ruby and Angus were chasing each other around the back garden, having a whale of a time. The door was ajar and so I poked my head out to see if Trina was outside enjoying the sunshine, but there was no sign of her. I made my way upstairs to see if she was ready for something to eat, but she wasn’t in the guest room either. Feeling a little befuddled, I decided to go to my room and grab a T-shirt.
I opened the door and got the shock of my fucking life.
Trina was lying on my bed, completely stark naked! My eyes widened so much that I felt sure they were going to fall out of the sockets. My cakehole opened and closed as my gaze trailed down her body, and the involuntary reaction happened in my boxers… but words wouldn’t form.
Eventually my brain reconnected with my mouth and there was a second surge of blood, this time northwards – my cheeks could’ve spontaneously combusted at any minute – but it meant my tongue worked again.
I swallowed hard. ‘Trina… what the fuck?’ Oh, very subtle, as always, McBradden.
She leaned up on her elbows with her knees together and her ankles apart. Her head tilted to one side as she smiled at me sexily. ‘I was tired of waiting for you to make the move, so I thought I’d give you a little push.’
My feet were frozen to the spot and I glanced over the tattoo that reached from the curve at the top of one breast, down between both, towards her navel and wrapped around the indentation. It was a vine of Japanese flowers and was extremely well done. Why the hell I was thinking about the quality of the tattoo when there was a starkers wee woman on my bed, God only knows. My eyes trailed down the winding foliage and rested just above her neatly trimmed… erm… lady parts. My head – the one on my shoulders, that was – was suddenly a little fuzzy and I was willing my other eager body part to calm the hell down. I had no intention of letting him out to play. Had I? Shit. The fact that I was actually considering my options scared the crap out of me.
She smiled up at me, and when I didn’t return the smile, she began to chew on the inside of her cheek. Instead of the sexiness she was trying to project mere moments ago, she now oozed vulnerability. My heart squeezed in my chest and I took a step towards her, suddenly feeling the urge to protect her; save her from herself even. She shouldn’t be throwing herself at men… least of all me. I was an ass of prize proportions and didn’t deserve for her to offer her body to me so readily. It was flattering to have such a pretty young woman willing to give herself to me, and in some small way I wished I weren’t about to let her down. I rubbed my palms over my face. Now that I’d made the decision, my hormones began to calm.
Running my hands through my hair and breathing out heavily, I told her, ‘Trina, I’m sorry but… Look, I’m just not in the market for a fling right now.’
She clambered to the end of the bed and kneeled before me. Grasping my waistband, she pulled me forward and unfastened the button, slipping her hand inside. The sharp intake of breath that echoed around the room sounded as if it came from someone else. It was like some weird kind of out-of-body experience. I gulped and peered down into her blue eyes.
She bit her lip and leaned up to kiss my bare chest. ‘Who said anything about a fling?’
Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? ‘Trina, sweetheart, I’ve literally just met yo
u. What else would it be?’
She pulled away from my chest and frowned up at me. ‘But… we have a connection, Greg. We really do.’
On some level she was right. There must have been some kind of connection for me to bring her to my home. What the hell was I expecting? She and I had a lot in common – superficially at least. Music, tattoos, and a sense of wanting what we couldn’t have. But nonetheless I was beginning to worry about her feelings for me. This was all a bit much and it was a little disconcerting to have a woman I’d only known a few days insinuating that we were… something. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps… if I allowed it… we could be something. Being with her might be easy. She was nice to look at and clearly had a fantastic body. I would really be moving on… wouldn’t I?
Mallory’s face appeared in my mind’s eye and all thoughts of moving on dissipated into the thick atmosphere in the room. Snapping myself back to reality, I realised I’d been staring at Trina. Sensibility took over and I stepped back, freeing myself from her grip and shaking my head. ‘Erm, Trina. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but… well… if you and I were to sleep together, it would just be sex to me. And I think you seem like a really sweet woman. But… well, the truth is, you and I won’t ever be anything more than friends. I’m… I’m sorry.’
It was her turn to have the wide eyes. But they weren’t just wide, they were brimming with tears. She slumped back onto her bottom, and her lip began trembling. I was a prize bastard.
‘Oh,’ she whispered. ‘But I thought we connected. We get on so well. You let me come to stay with you.’ She lifted her chin, and hopeful glistening blue eyes gazed up at me as her words echoed the exact thoughts I’d had seconds before.
