Late October
Grace woke up slowly. The morning had gotten cooler and darker and she just wanted to stay in bed. As she rolled over she felt the warm body next to her and smiled. Her life had changed dramatically in the last few weeks. The weddings were just perfect, and she was happy they had chosen to have two ceremonies. Business was going well for both her and Quinn and she wouldn't trade living in the cottage for anything.
She quietly slipped out of bed and into the shower. No time to dally today as she had a full cottage of guests and needed to get breakfast and tea ready. When she came out of the shower Quinn was facing her propped up on one elbow.
“Snuck out on me, did you?” he smiled and winked.
“No time for snuggling this morning, dear,” Grace winked back. “I've a full cottage to make breakfast for, and I'm sure you'll be wanting something too.”
“I'll be down in a few. I've got a ride to get organized for this weekend. We'll be busy again,” Quinn replied. “At least we'll be busy together.”
The cottage had once again become a hot spot for those in the know. Now instead of poets and writers, it was musicians and bikers. Grace felt sorry for those she had to turn away with the many weekends she was full up. Donovan beamed at the wedding as if he was the proud father, and insisted he knew the minute he saw Quinn that the couple was destined to be together. Peter and Chloe were regular dinner guests, as were Grace and Quinn at Peter and Chloe's. Rafter's was their local and they made regular evenings out to eat and listen to the great music being played there.
Aine had left Grace a legacy that would carry on for many years. Grace found where she really belonged, and while she never really missed her marketing job, she did miss Dublin at times. When she and Quinn could made weekday trips to the city, they did, but always felt it was nice to be back at the cottage.
Quinn eventually sold his company to a larger company and started a trekking club for bikers. He was also able to follow his passion. His network experience helped him expand the club beyond Swatragh with members even outside of Ireland.
Aine had left Grace not only with her cottage, but with the fulfillment of years of joy. Grace would never forget that.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
All Roads Lead to Swatragh - Chapter 64
Labels:
Bed and Breakfast,
fiction,
Ireland,
Northern Ireland,
Rafters,
romance,
Swatragh
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