- Wed Oct 25, 2017 2:30 pm
#17343
Tristan’s response to her praise for him was lost on her as she lost herself in unwrapping and admiring her gift. Cora beamed at him when he laughed and commented on their last day at the beach, giggling as she grinned at him playfully. “You were so, you big liar!” she accused with a laugh. “You called me lobster the whole rest of my visit! Your mum finally heard you and told you to quit it!” Cora devolved into a fit of nostalgic laughter at the memory, her pale green eyes shining with mirth. Merlin, it was so good to laugh again…
“If you already made lunch plans for us, why don’t we keep those and we can take our tour when we finish?” she suggested, trying to be polite and not ruin any plans he had already gone to the trouble of making. “The tour around the island will only take about 4 hours, so even after lunch, we should have plenty of time to get back before dinner, right?” Cora got to her feet and pulled out her phone again, frowning at the screen before pulling her attention back to Tristan. “Let me call a friend to arrange the boat and we’ll head down to the marina?”
The petite witch withdrew to the shaded terrace off the sitting room and made a call to an old contact who ran a luxury tour company on the island. The conversation lasted only a few minutes in very spirited Italian, though it appeared from the tone and Cora’s occasional laughter that it was a friendly kind of spirited. Once the boat rental was squared away the witch made another call, this one a little longer, in English, and more subdued, but ended with a decidedly more upbeat note and when she returned to the sitting room Cora was smiling.
“Well, our boat is all set up and should be ready for us by the time we finish our lunch,” she declared with a warm smile. “Speaking of which… what did you have planned, Tris?”
“If you already made lunch plans for us, why don’t we keep those and we can take our tour when we finish?” she suggested, trying to be polite and not ruin any plans he had already gone to the trouble of making. “The tour around the island will only take about 4 hours, so even after lunch, we should have plenty of time to get back before dinner, right?” Cora got to her feet and pulled out her phone again, frowning at the screen before pulling her attention back to Tristan. “Let me call a friend to arrange the boat and we’ll head down to the marina?”
The petite witch withdrew to the shaded terrace off the sitting room and made a call to an old contact who ran a luxury tour company on the island. The conversation lasted only a few minutes in very spirited Italian, though it appeared from the tone and Cora’s occasional laughter that it was a friendly kind of spirited. Once the boat rental was squared away the witch made another call, this one a little longer, in English, and more subdued, but ended with a decidedly more upbeat note and when she returned to the sitting room Cora was smiling.
“Well, our boat is all set up and should be ready for us by the time we finish our lunch,” she declared with a warm smile. “Speaking of which… what did you have planned, Tris?”
