#SnippetSunday “It was probably not was she expected.” #Sundayblogshare #Romance

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Hesitantly, she moved forward and took his hand. “I’m Lani Thompson.”
“Where’s your car?”
She stepped back, obviously still unsure about the situation. Who could blame her? She booked a room in a bed and breakfast, somewhere in the mountains of New Zealand, only to find a stranger. Not that she would’ve known Teddy, but at least they would’ve communicated in some way or another.
“I came with a bus.”
That he didn’t expect. “The bus stop is about five to six kilometres down the road.”
“The driver was kind enough to let me hop off at the intersection.”
Dylan chuckled. “That must’ve been Jack.”
She stared at him, obviously not following his thoughts.
He blew out a breath. “So, let me do the host thingy. Teddy said, you’ll be the only guest until Monday, so you’ll have the house to yourself until Sunday. I’ll fix you up breakfast and if you like I can offer dinner as well, but that’d be at my place, which is around another kilometre down the road.”
She looked around the kitchen. It was probably not was she expected. Even though Teddy and Mae didn’t charge much for a night, Dylan assumed that a guest would at least expect someone to be around.
“Let me show you to your room.” He turned and was about to walk down the hall when he spotted a backpack. “Yours?”

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A smile tugged at Dylan Harper’s lips as he sauntered to the centre of the kitchen. “May I assume you’re Ms Jeffreys?”
He took her in. Her wild, curly hair was loosely tied in a ponytail. It was a shade of red he hadn’t seen before and working in the tourism business, he’d seen a lot of people. It was dark, yet bright red. Intriguing. The same applied to her green eyes. Even with the small distance between them, he was drawn to her eyes. Although, with every step he moved closer to her, the same eyes reflected a mix of worry and something else. She was dressed for the environment with her cargo pants, hiking boots, and a warm puffy jacket.
He held out his hand. “I’m Dylan. Teddy Larson’s neighbour.”
Her eyes widened.
With a quick shrug of his shoulder, he explained. “Teddy had to go to Christchurch on short notice and asked me to look after you.”
She arched one of her brows and damn if that reaction didn’t annoy him. Despite the fact that she had a right to. But it in all fairness it wasn’t his fault.
“Sorry for being late. Had a flat tyre out of all days.”

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#SnippetSunday “It looked so peaceful.” #Sundayblogshare #Romance

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Knowing she wasn’t able to go anywhere else, she placed her backpack on the floor and went in search for a glass. She was desperate for a drink. She liked the cabin style kitchen. Running her hand over the wooden bench, she looked out the window into the near darkness, still rattled by it all. There were about half a dozen cups on hooks at the wall, hanging from a shelf that had beautiful storage container for sugar, coffee, and tea. All underneath another shelf with a vast choice of herbs and spices. Lani grabbed a cup and a teabag as she imagined cleaning the dishes while enjoying the view across the mountains and the lake. It looked so peaceful. She blew out a breath and went in search for a kettle. The frying pans hung on hooks as well above the stove. The pots were next to it on shelves as well. It was such a contrast to her grandmother’s small kitchen. Big and small plates were neatly stacked underneath it and right behind them was an old fashioned red stove kettle. She reached for it to fill it with some water, but not before she went half way up the stairs, which was right beside it all.
“Hello?”
“Welcome.”
Lani shot around, in the fright dropping the kettle which fell down the stairs, the noise echoing through the house like thunder.
“Mr Larson?”  

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She knocked again, worry creeping up within her. A thousand thoughts tumbled through her head. What if nobody was here? There was nowhere to go. A mix of frustration and anxiety caused a few tears as she knocked again. This time a bit harder. Still nothing. And not even a sound of creaking floorboards. Lani pulled the phone from her pocket, but there was no service whatsoever.
“Goddammit.”
In her anger she grabbed the door handle with the intend to let out her irritation only to find it was unlocked. Carefully, she opened the house and stepped inside.
“Hello?”
Did she really fall for a scam when she booked a room at this place? It had all looked so genuine.
“Hello?” She tried again, this time a bit louder, but still no reply.
Taking a couple of deep breaths trying to steady her heartbeat, she moved along the hall from door to door until she reached the kitchen.
“Hello?” Still no reply. She found the light switch and turned it on. Looking around, there was a lived in feeling, tidy and looked after, but nothing that would give her a clue as to where her host was.  

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And (she) walked along the road. It would’ve been so much better and less boring if she had charged her headphones.
So she walked. Occasionally looking over her shoulder, hoping for a car to come along. But then again, she promised her grandma she wouldn’t talk to strangers.
Why on earth was she here anyway?
To meet her father. It was enough incentive to keep going.
After a little more than an hour Lani was able to see the house in the distance. Relief rushed through her. She was thirsty and tired. And with the sun already setting over the mountains, it was about time to reach her destination. Although tempted to take another couple of pictures, she kept going.
She liked the house, despite being so far away from civilisation. It hadn’t looked that isolated on the map when she first looked for accommodation. But it was ideal and close to where she needed to go. Or in this case to find someone.
Lani stepped closer and onto the front porch. The quietness around was only disturbed by the sound of a few insects buzzing around. A shiver ran down her spine as she moved to the front door and knocked. There were no lights inside the house. It was still light, yet, she would’ve expected one or two lights on already inside.

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Again, she adjusted her backpack and pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket of her jacket. Reading the instructions again, she double checked the road name. Worry trickling through her, she stared down the gravel road in front of her. No house anywhere in sight.
Another long sigh as she re-read the email she’d received from the bed and breakfast owner. Travel one and a half kilometre along the road before you come to a fork intersection. Follow the left for another kilometre. The property will be on your right.
Two and half kilometre. Lani did a quick calculation. It’d take her another hour walking there. Now she wished she’d rented a car. She shook her head. No matter how much she wished for a rental, she wouldn’t have been able to afford it. And again, she questioned her decision to come here. She pushed the piece of paper back into the jacket when her hand touched the photo she had inside the pocket as well. It was a photo of her mother and a man. The same man she was hopefully going to meet over the next few days. Reminding herself she was running out of time, she stuffed the photo back into the pocket as well.

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Lani Jeffrey adjusted her backpack as she watched the bus drive off into the distance. Blowing out a breath she took in the scenery in front of her. It was stunning. Admiring the snow-capped mountains in front of her and the royal blue of Lake Tekapo in the far distance, she stood there for a long moment to take everything in. So different from Melbourne, Australia, where she lived. She could’ve looked at the view in front for hours but a glance at her watch told her she didn’t have much time left before the sun would set. Still, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a few photos. The colours were unlike anything she’d seen before. Not that she’d been to mountains like this before. And although the scenery along the coast of Victoria was one of a kind as well, it wasn’t the same, though.

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After a while I just give up. The “human traffic” has stopped, but dinner (or is it lunch time?) is about to be served. I make an effort and re-read Grandma’s next diary entry. She must’ve had a bad day, because her handwriting wasn’t the best that day. I curse myself for not having listened to Mum better when she tried to teach me Fraktur, but in all fairness, how was I supposed to know that I’d need it one day. Back then, it felt like a dead language to me. Not language, but you know what I mean. Dead alphabet.
“I heard from Konrad again today. His letters are such a light in these miserable days nowadays. Me and the children stayed in the cellar most of the day because of the bomb attacks. He’s in Greece. I read the letter to the children as he described the scenery and the sea. The blue of the water must’ve taken his breath away. I wish I could be there with him. Still, I wish I could just BE with him. I miss him.”

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I move awkwardly around the lady, who desperately tries to keep that smile on her face as I step on her feet at least twice, but in the end, I do get what I was looking for in my bag “up above”. Grandma’s diary. Time for a bit more snooping.
Once I’m seating again, the nice flight attendant gets me something to drink and a snack as I try to get the hang of reading the old German again. As I grab the water, I glance past the lady next to me and see the guy across the aisle staring towards me. Instinctively, I look around, but no, he’s really looking at me. A smile tugs at my lips when I see him smiling at me.
“Where are you heading?” he asks as the flight attendant moves on.
I lean forward and the nice lady next to me leans back. Her smile saying everything. Everything as in, Yeah, he’s cute!
“I’m heading to Frankfurt,” I reply.
“So am I,” he says, his smile turning into a grin.
And then we get interrupted by a long line of people coming past. I patiently wait, as one person after the other moves past, my head bobbing from side to side desperate not to lose eye contact. But it’s near impossible. Itching to talk more to the guy, I keep glancing over again and again, but then I try to settle my nerves by focussing back on the book.
I had no idea “human traffic” can be so intense on a flight.

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Anyway, now I’m in this massive aeroplane en route to Germany. In all fairness, flying isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. We’re not even half way and my bum’s sore, my head aches, and I’m bored out of my brains. Even the latest blockbuster on the small screen in front of me can’t hold my attention, and I’ve seen most of the TV series that often I can talk along with them. Even the excitement of sitting right next to the window feels silly now. As far as the eye can see are only sky or clouds. Initially breathtaking, now more on the boring and I don’t really wanna know what’s beneath me side of thoughts.
“Excuse me,” I say quietly to the nice looking lady next to me. “I’m sorry, but–”
I make a motion saying I need to get something from the overhead locker and she kindly moves her legs. Unbelievable, that there are people out there liking this experience. I’ve had enough already!

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