Luke
Well, that was certainly one hell of an entrance by the woman who could only be Felicity. I think the whole allotment, plus the houses and countryside in the surrounding area, had heard the stand-off between her and Gordon. Even some of the rooks had taken flight.
I’d gone to see if I could pacify them, only to arrive just as she got caught up in her own feet and fell to the floor. She looked like Slimer from Ghostbusters in her florescent green tracksuit. Her red hair was in a bun with bits flying out at all angles. She was cute, in a nerdy kind of way, complete with glasses. Her pale hazel eyes were narrowed in anger. Her cheeks were ablaze, highlighting the freckles on the bridge of her nose.
It was certainly true what they said about redheads; bad-tempered and fiery. I should know. I had experienced that before with my ex. Not something I wanted to be faced with again. How could she be related to such a sweet lady like Dolly? It was her fury that made me call her Red. Oh, boy. Felicity didn’t like that. Well, tough. After her tirade, that was all I’d be calling her. I watched her walk away, admiring the way her ass swung inside her green, now muddy tracksuit. It hid most of her body being so baggy, but I bet she had a good figure underneath.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Luke? She’s like a harpy on speed,” I muttered as I headed back to my own plot.
Roll on the day when Dolly came back, so I didn’t have to see the redheaded she-devil ever again.
Felicity
Well, the day was turning out to be like the worst imaginable nightmare. Give me the peace and quiet of my living room and laptop any day. The outdoors and I were never going to get along. I was only doing this out of love for my aunt. This was my kind of hell. As for the good-looking ass who’d wound me up, I hoped his plot was right away from my aunt’s.
As I reached the plot, I saw Toby sitting outside his shed with a mug in one hand and a thermos in the other. A real smile touched my lips. When I was younger, around ten, I used to come and help my aunt here. Toby had made it fun for me. I actually used to enjoy coming here then. But by the time I hit fifteen, I was happier to be locked away in my bedroom. He glanced my way and raised a hand in greeting.
“Is that you, Fliss? It’s been such a long time.” He was one of the few people who called me by my short name.
“Hey, Toby. How are you?”
He strode over and hugged me to him. I wasn’t usually one for displays of affection, but for him, I’d make an exception. He held me at arm’s length, giving me a once over.
“Oh, dear. What happened to you?”
I blushed and sighed. “I haven’t exactly made a great first impression.”
“Come on, love. I have a spare chair and mug. I think you could do with a hot, strong tea.”
“Sounds great. Thank you.”
“So,” he said, once we were settled. “Want to tell me what happened?”
“Well, not only did I fall over in the mud,” I said, after sipping my tea and placing the mug by my feet, “I’ve also managed to annoy the field warden and had a fight with another plot holder. He was extremely rude.” I huffed out a breath, trying not to think, yet again, about Mr Hotness.
“Don’t you worry about Gordon; he’ll be busy bossing someone else around by now. Tell me, what did this other man look like?”
I was just about to give him a description when I looked at the plot next to Toby’s. Mr Hotness was there. He must’ve sneaked back while I was talking to Toby, entering his greenhouse, plants in hand.
“No need. He’s there.” I indicated to where he looked over at where we sat.
What did I do in a previous life to get this unlucky?