Chapter Eight

Meanwhile Ian had caught up to Rosie and was walking side by side with his wife. Villagers, outside enjoying the evening air, smiled at the sight of the young lovers. HoweverIan and Rosiewere too focused on one another to notice anyone else. They hurried to the B&B and reached their suite. Ian unlocked and opened the door. He was about to enter their room when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked at Rosie. There was desire for him in her eyes. She cooed, "I've just got one thing to say to you at this moment, you great big gorgeous hunk of a man."

"And what would that be, Rosie?" he asked, knowingly, putting his arms around her waist.

"Oh, Ian, you stud!"

"Yes, sweetie?!"

"Make love to me all night long?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

In response, he pulled her closer to him, kissed her and swung her into his arms. With one swift movement, he kicked the door closed and headed towards the bed. When he reached it, he placed Rosie on the bed and took his place beside her. Then they celebrated their love and all its joys together.

The next morning Rosie awoke to the alarm beeping. She looked at the clock. It said 6:00 a.m. She groaned. Was it that early already? It seems as if they had just fallen asleep a few minutes ago. She glanced at Ian who was still fast asleep by the sound of his snoring. She nudged him hard to wake him.

"Huh? What is it?" he groggily said, his eyes half shut.

"It's six o'clock already. Time to get up. We need to get going since we must be at the airport at least two hours in advance."

"Come on, Rosie. Let me sleep," he protested to her, his head falling back to the pillow.

"No, we have to get up. I'm not the only one who wanted to make love till all hours of the morning. I'm just as tired as you are. Now get up!"

"Alright, I'm up and awake. You happy?"

"Perfectly!" Rosie replied to her husband.

Rosie and Ian both showered, dressed, and packed their belongings. It was about seven o'clock as they then entered Le Bistro for breakfast to say their farewells to their friends in the village. They finished eating and headed towards the bookstore.

Stephan was in the bookshop setting up for the day, when he heard a knock. Looking up he saw Rosie in the window and hurried to open the door. "Rosie, Ian, please come in."

"Thanks but we can only stay for a few minutes. Our flight leaves at eleven. We came to say goodbye. We've already stopped and seen Celeste and said our farewells."

"Rosie, this little village is going to miss you. Don't be strangers, you hear? Ian, it was great to see you again. Be good to this lady and treat her with respect. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." They shook goodbye and then Stephan hugged Rosie. "You take care, now?"

"I will, Stephan. Goodbye."

"Come on, Rosie. We don't have that much time and you wanted to say goodbye to the LaFemme sisters, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did. Au revoir, Stephan."

"Au revoir, Rosie, Ian. Come and see us again sometime soon."

They waved to Stephan and headed towards the boutique where the sisters worked. The shop was open so they walked right in.

"Good morning, girls."

"Rosie, Ian, hi!" The girls came out from the counter and gathered around the couple. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes. Pretty soon. Ian called a cab a little while ago so we have a few moments to spare. Everything is ready. We haven't seen the boys or Beau. I did want to say goodbye."

"You won't see them this early. They're probably still sleeping the beer off, and won't be up before you go."

"Oh, that's too bad. Well, give them my love and tell them goodbye for us…"

"Rosie, I hate to interrupt but I just saw a cab park outside, so we've got to go. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," the girls giggled. They then hugged Rosie and Ian and said their good-byes.

"It's a good thing that Beau isn't here to see this right now," Ian teased the girls. "I hope we meet again," he said and headed out the door.

Rosie hugged the girls again and then followed her husband out the door. She turned, waved, and said, "I'll keep in touch and write you letters…"

"Rosie!"

"Bye! Gotta go!" She ran out the door to catch up with her husband.

"Bye, Rosie. We'll write. Come back soon!" They watched them disappear.

"I hope they come to visit us again soon. Especially Ian!" Marie giggled.

"Especially Ian what?" Beau entered the shop.

"Oh, you missed Rosie and Ian. They just left and are getting into a cab to go the airport. If you hurry, you can catch them. Rosie did want to see you before she…left."

The last went unheard by Beau as he dashed off to catch Rosie. Unfortunately, he was too late. He arrived at the hotel to watch the cab drive off out of town.

"Damn," he muttered to himself and then headed back towards his gym to work out.

Rosie turned and watched the little village disappear in the distance. She turned to Ian and said, "It went by too fast, didn't it, Ian? I wish we could have stayed a few more days, don't you? We had such a wonderful time."

Ian turned to his wife and said, "We'll come back here again, Rosie."

"Really? And how do you know that?"

"It's just a feeling I have. Something tells me we'll return."