"Julie, I need to leave the country for a couple of days."
Those were the words that Duncan told me the following day.
He arrived before supper and I had just finished my work at the inn. He popped into the house carrying a grocery bag. He then proceeded to tell me to rest or have fun with the kids.
"I will be taking over your kitchen," he said.
As if he hasn't done it. For the past few weeks, no make it a month, he was the one to cook our meals in the evening. Since the kids would have lunch at The Belle, he would either join us or take them on a picnic.
Those little gestures of his gave me time to put down words in the new book that I have been writing.
I was not about to complain. I get free food, someone to cook for us, and he also knows how to clean after. For me, it was a good deal.
Besides, the kids adore him.
How could they not? He was an attentive person. He never let any single detail of their lives pass by him. He stopped buying them things.
