Chapter 5

　　After her long soak in the tub she opened her wardrobe to put on a dress. It was proving to be a gloriously sunny day and she felt like a town book sale demanded she made a little more effort with her appearance, after all, her community were getting the first glimpses of the ‘outsider’. She had been here a couple weeks, cooped up in this cottage, surrounded by the mess and eating microwave food and oven meals. A trip to suss out the local shops was not a bad idea, she could pick up something fresh, maybe even some cakes and take Muffin for a stroll beyond the gravel road that led out onto the main road from her own tree covered nook.

　　Pulling out a fitted baby pink sundress which flared out from the waist and brushed her knees, she slid her feet into matching flat pumps and brushed out her long dark hair, pinning it up the back of her head loosely, so tendrils fell around her face. Her skin had tanned to a lovely shade from all the garden work the last couple of days and she applied minimum make up. A spritz of her favourite perfume, a quick glance in the mirror to approve how she looked with a satisfied nod.

　　She grabbed a cream coloured canvas shoulder bag to throw her purse in and girly essentials, like strawberry lip balm and sun screen spray. She picked up her baby pink framed sunglasses, Audrey Hepburn style, and picked up Muffin and his leash.

　　Ready to rumble!

　　Rose was singing to herself tunelessly when she swept out to her car, with dog in tow.

　　Her little pink mini shone in the sunlight in front of the cottage, relieved to be free of both boxes and roof rack and crying out to be driven. Lovely and clean from her morning washing and polishing it days before. Rose had always had a pink obsession, since childhood, always obsessed with all things pink, girly and sparkly. Her car had been her one indulgence in London, going for a baby pink, tiny, car that suited her girly - All things cute! Obsession. She had hated that every male she had dated criticised it and it was partially why none of them made it beyond two weeks with her.

　　Blaring the summer hits CD, she pulled out with Muffin in the passenger seat and headed along the road; pulling out into the main road and reaching speed quickly, she was singing and smiling at how free she felt, energised by this impromptu outing and the glorious sunshine which was not typical for Scotland this early in the summer. It was truly shaping up to be a wonderful day.

　　Out of nowhere, the nose of a black car poked out in front of her from the tree edged hedge way, causing her to swerve and scream as she tried to hit the brakes in alarm. Her car skidded halfway across the road with an almighty screech before slamming to a halt and Rose fell forward on her steering wheel, trying to catch her breath; sure, she had just suffered a major heart attack.

　　Grabbing at Muffin to feel he was still in one piece, her hands began shaking violently and her heart pounded through her chest; trying to keep her head on the wheel to steady her breathing and calm her nerves, she could feel her rage rising.

　　Who in the actual hell???? What the actual f...?

　　Her car door was ripped open from beside her, causing her to snap up and around and glare angrily into the steel coloured eyes facing her, which had suddenly appeared a little too closely.

　　‘Are you o...’ A smooth and deep voice that sounded genuinely concerned tried to infiltrate her red haze, but she had already hit maximum rage.

　　‘What in the actual hell are you doing???’ She screeched at the face before her, not really taking in the jet-black hair, tanned skin or intense grey eyes belonging to the tall stranger. Ordinarily this kind of sexy would have put Rose in a slump of panting hormones but Rose just saw red!

　　‘You could have killed me!!! Are you aware that road is a sixty? You pulled out into traffic on a god damn sixty!’ She pulled herself out of her seat, releasing her belt to square her small five feet four to the huge six-foot frame before her. Anger searing her every nerve at the sheer stupidity of the man. He quickly stood back, looking almost shocked as she continued to yell at him about his idiotic driving manoeuvre with hands firmly on her hips and letting fiery Rose loose.

　　‘Whoa there Penelope!’ Splaying his hands in defence as he tried to calm her rant. ‘Look, I’m sorry! I’m sure I got as much of a shock as you! Most folks know how bad the view is for me coming out and cross to the other side to pass the manor opening!’ He was defensively moving away from Rose as she continued to wave her hands about, cursing at him about recklessness and moronic men with stupidly fast and flashy cars, Rose was on a roll. She stopped suddenly, realising something he had said.

　　‘Who the hell is Penelope?’ She blinked in confused fury, but he only laughed at her sudden change in persona, then tried to smother it with a cough.