"Um, yes, I'm from New York," I answer.
"Leave the bags, Jason," Scott says over his shoulder.
I glance back to see Jason opening up the trunk of his car.
"Bert will take them up to your room." Scott tells me, "Bert is my butler. More of a friend than an employee though. Been with me for years. Since Jason was a boy."
"It'll take me a minute to bring them in," Jason tells his grandpa.
We're already through the double front doors and moving through the biggest entrance hall I've ever seen in my life. I bet, if I spoke, my voice would echo.
"Well, do as you must," he calls to Jason.
I was right. Scott's voice echoes around the hall.
"Samaya and I will be in the orangery, getting to know one another. Come to us when you're done."
Orangery? What the hell is that?
Turns out that an orangery is basically a huge conservatory.
The glass doors leading to the garden are wide open, letting in the warm breeze. It's a beautiful view. The lake at the far back—further back than I expected—is surrounded by trees. The stone patio has a fire pit and garden furniture and a lot of grass around it. There's an area filled with beautiful flowers and bushes. I remember Jason saying his grandpa liked to garden. I think of the flower Jason gave me, which is now safe in my bag.
"You have a beautiful home," I say to Scott from my seat opposite him.
"Thank you." He smiles. "So, Jason says you're here on holiday."
"I am." I don't know what Jason's told him and whether he knows about my list, so I don't mention it.
"And he says you met on the flight over."
I smile at the memory. "We did. Jason sat next to me on the plane. We got to talking." Well, kissing and then talking, and afterward, going back to his place to spend the night.
I can't believe I just thought about my "night at Jason's" while sitting here with his grandpa.
"He hasn't been able to get rid of me since," I joke.
Scott laughs. His laugh is very similar to Jason's. The kind of laugh that, even if you're feeling at your lowest, it would make you smile.
"Well, I'm just glad he met you and is taking some time off work. That boy works too hard. This is the first time since he set up that company that he's taken a holiday."
Really? I know he said he didn't vacation much, but I didn't realize it was never at all. But then again, is it a vacation if you're not away from home?
"Is it classed as a vacation if you're still at home?" I ask Scott the question in my head.
"I have no clue." He shrugs. "But he's not working. He looks more relaxed than I've seen him in years, so I'm happy."
He looks more relaxed than I've seen him in years.
That sets me aglow.
Still, I won't burst Scott's bubble and tell him that Jason has worked a few days in our time together.
An older gentleman in a white suit jacket and black pants comes into the room, carrying a tray.
"Ah, Bert, meet Samaya. Samaya is a friend of Jason's. She's staying with us for a few days."
Bert puts the tray down on the table. It's filled with cups, a small jug of milk, a sugar bowl, a plate of cookies, a coffee decanter, and a tea pot.
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One Last WishRomance
Samaya Raichand jumps on a plane , off to London to visit her mother's home town and the place her parents fell in love, With one last wish to complete things she hasn't been able to do Before the tumor takes over her life. Little did she know she w...