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Chapter Three
Later On
Mr. Thomas Andrews Jr. has proven himself to be a very intriguing man indeed.
"Would you like to start off on the right foot?" Mr. Andrews asked.
I nodded happily. "How do you do, Miss?" He extended his arm out towards me.
"Pleasure," I laughed. "Have we met before?" I smiled prettily, and batted my eyelashes…. Flirtatiously. Oh dear Lord, I was flirting with him! He grinned, amused.
"I do believe we have, Miss." Mr. Andrews joked. The look on his face did it. I threw my head back in laughter. We were sitting on a bench, in view of Strangford Lough. Mr. Andrews had brought me to his hometown, Comber. A few yachts dotted the water.
When we had finished laughing, Mr. Andrews looked out towards the lough. "It is beautiful here. You're so lucky."
For some reason, in the time between us laughing and him looking out across the water, his expression had changed to that of a more somber one. "I know." He replied.
"What's wrong?" I asked, leaning my head in closer towards him. He shook his head.
"Nothing. I just miss home, that's all," His face brightened a little.
"You know, my very first boat sailed across this very lough." Mr. Andrews turned back to me. Some of the sparkle had returned to his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I questioned, not understanding.
"When I was about 11 or 12, I found an old row boat down by the waters edge. So, I asked around town, but nobody knew the owner, so I rebuilt it." Mr. Andrews finished proudly.
"Mr. Andrews, that's-" I started, but he put up his hand in protest.
"Please, call me Thomas, at least. I get enough of 'Mr. Andrews' at work."
I blushed, and smiled bashfully. "Well, Thomas," I grinned at his beaming face, "That's amazing. I've never known anyone like you." I told him, patting his hand. I felt the warmth of his skin on my palm, and that set my heart a-flutter.
Oh my God, I thought. Was I developing a…. fondness, for him?