Life for Rent.
Beth is always running from love, life and relationships and yet another disastrous break up finds her in a little village in Cornwall. She just wants to be left alone to enjoy the quiet country life and continue her work as a freelance artist. Liam was young free and single, enjoying the sun, surf and sex life to be found living in Cornwall, until tragedy strikes his family and he is left on his own trying to keep the family farm going. Two lost souls not wanting to be saved until fate and a little Cornish magic steps in.
Beth slumped down onto a cardboard box full of books, the growl of the removals lorry fading into the background as it disappeared down the lane. She looked around at the chaos filling the living room of the small cottage and sighed, “Here we go again, why do I put myself through this time after time?” She ran a hand through her long red hair, sighed again and decided a cup of tea was in order, so set about the task of finding not only the kettle but tea bags and .. “Shit! I forgot to pick up any milk.” Resigning herself to a cup of black tea, possibly without sugar if she couldn’t find the box she’d packed that in, Beth filled the kettle and wandered out the back door while she waited for it to boil.
Looking around at the overgrown garden feeling the warmth of the sun on her shoulders, she watched butterflies flitting around the colourful flowers, (none of which she knew the name of or whether they were actual plants or weeds) she started to feel the stress of the move begin to lift. She sat down on the small garden wall, raised her head, closed her eyes and let her mind drift, plenty of time to start unpacking later, she was home. Well at least for the time being, until whatever it was that made her itchy feet pick up and move on again, she never seemed to be able to settle anywhere for too long, maybe one, two years? Perhaps this time she could really settle, make a real home in this sleepy Cornish village, maybe…
The loud roar of a tractor in the lane, and then an incessant tooting of a horn abruptly cut her daydreams short. She jumped up and looked over the garden fence to the road below, there was the huge red machine inches behind her fiesta and inside sat a large dark haired man scowling in the cab. She opened the gate and ran down the path, smiling she started to make apologetic noises that dried in her throat as he jumped out of the cab and roared at her. “What the fuck do you think you are doing parking in the middle of the lane?”
If he had not put her back up with his foul mouthed tirade, she may have had time to notice how his lean muscular body was bursting from the open shirt roughly tucked into fading jeans that covered strong, long legs. She would have admired his square jaw and high cheekbones covered by skin tanned from years working outside, or the way he tossed his unruly dark hair away from his deep blue eyes with a flick of his head.
But no, all she could see was some uncouth local, bad mouthing her because she had the audacity to park her car outside her cottage.
She glared back at him and replied with ice cool politeness. “This is a private lane and I have every right to park my car outside my property”. There that told him.
He walked towards her, his six foot two frame towering over her and continued to glare. “If you had bothered to read your property documents thoroughly, you would have seen that my farm has a right of way down this lane to the field at the end, so you will have to park your car on the grass verge”.
She glared back, her temper rising, “Well, if you had knocked on my door and asked politely I might have been of a mind to move it, but as you don’t appear to have a polite bone in your body you can whistle pal”. And with that she turned on her heel and marched back up the path to her cottage, slamming the gate shut she shot inside before he could reply.
Liam watched her storm up the path stunned, he could not believe she had just walked away from him, he stood muttering to himself, he could do without this today of all days he had so much to get done on the farm and the last thing he needed was to have some tart from upcountry causing more problems. He turned towards his tractor and as he walked by her car he caught a glimpse of her keys still in the ignition, he hesitated for just a second then yanked open the door and sat down, or tried to, his six two frame didn’t fit easily into the small car and his knees were pinned under the steering wheel. He reached under the seat to pull the lever and moved it back as far as it would go, it gave him just enough movement to be able to drive the car a few yards. He started it up and quickly put it in gear hoping to move it before she came down to see what he was doing. He looked in front of the car to the grass verge and high garden wall, a slow grin came across his face as he edged the car up the verge and eased it up against the wall with only about an inch to spare, he nudged it forward to sit with its bonnet tucked into the Cornish hedge that curved out from the wall. Pleased now that he had made it very difficult to get the car back out again he switched off the engine, extricated his long legs from under the steering wheel stood up and shut the door. He looked up the garden path to see if she had heard him, but there was no sign that she had, so he turned and climbed back into his tractor.
Content that he had made his point he started the engine and roared on towards the field.
Beth heard the tractor roar off and assumed he had gone back down the lane to whatever hole he had crawled out of, she smiled to herself as she sipped the hot black tea, sweetened by the sugar she had managed to retrieve from one of the boxes.
Even if she was a newcomer to the village she’d be damned if she was going to be pushed around by some foul mouthed local.