*Second Chance Romance*
Veterinarian Dante, and receptionist, Ellie's past is far from perfect. The tragedy, bad memories and misunderstandings are what ripped them apart. Back in each others lives again, they have two choices; work through the pain...
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I booked into a B&B last night. The atmosphere back at Holly Hill too suffocating to think straight. The room I'm renting overlooks the beach, and the host cooked me a breakfast of poached eggs on toast to enjoy with his homemade boozy brown sauce.
My phone is switched off and currently under a pile of books on the bedside cabinet. Dante knows where I am and I made him promise not to contact me until I decide to come back.
"Ellie, how you going?" asks Drake from my computer screen, swamped by darkness because it's currently ten in the evening down there.
I shuffle around on the plastic chair. "Good. How's things with you?"
He nods. "Good. I'm currently on night duty here. We have a few emergencies in tonight."
"Ah, poor things," I say.
"They're stable now. It's all good."
I smile. "Good to hear. I don't suppose you could email over some information?" I ask.
There's a position going for a veterinarian masterclass in London this weekend, and I want to try grab a spot. It's a convention of some sorts with prestigious figures in the veterinary community giving lectures.
"Sure! What do you need?" he asks, sipping from a can of Coke with a straw.
"Do you think you can get me into the masterclass in London next Saturday or is it too late notice?"
His eyes light up. "Of course it's not too late. I reserved the ticket for you whether you wanted to go or not."
"I want to get out and experiencing things again," I say and his grin says it all.
"Yes, Ellie." He claps his hands. "If only you would come out here for a month. You would bloody love it. We treated a Koala today."
"A Koala?" I shout, covering my mouth on a laugh. "Sorry. I read an article recently saying they predicted six hundred thousand Koala's are now gone because of the bush fires."
He shakes his head. "Don't be sorry. Your enthusiasm is what we crave out here. You would fit right in at our practice. And yeah, it's fucking heartbreaking to know those statistics."
"I don't think such a big move would be good for me right now, but I sent for some information from some Universities over here. I need to finish my degree," I reply.
He takes in a quick breath. "I'm so proud of you."
I smile. "Thanks, Drake. It's about time, hey?"
"You owe this to yourself. It's time to start living for you again," he says, voice dipping in places.
He's right. Life is way too short not to grab every opportunity thrown at you. It feels like fate when I stumbled across an advertisement for York University's open evening next Tuesday night.
