"Yes." Cora answered here phone, she did not look at the caller ID, because she had to run from the garden. She loved being in the garden, at Downton they had staff that took care of everything. She only took regular walks, but never really cared for the plants. Now she was the one finding out when which flower blossomed and when she should cut or not.

It stayed silent on the other side of the line.

"Hello?" Cora said. "Who is this?"

"It is me." Robert's voice sounded.

Cora felt her stomach flutter. Robert's voice still had an effect on her, although she tried to not let it happen, when she was not prepared to hear his voice, she could not help but react. "Oh, hello." she said, as casually as possible.

"I am sorry to bother you, but I received some papers that we need to look at."

Cora hated it when Robert said that he did not want to bother her. He did that a lot when she was at Downton. Then it was more along the lines that it was nothing to bother her with. But this gave her the same feeling. "What papers?" She tried to hide her annoyance.

"About the divorce, we should finalize it. Do you want me to come to London, or do you want to come here? Or we can meet somewhere in the middle?"

She did not want to go back to Downton, but she also did not want him in her house. This was a Robert free zone; she had declared to herself. "I can come to Downton." Cora walked towards her agenda and saw her weekend was free. "How about this Saturday?"

"That is perfect, see you then."

He had hung up before Cora could say goodbye. Robert was probably still very hurt and maybe angry about her leaving. He had never been good in managing his emotions. Edith had told her, that he had stopped drinking, it was a huge relief to know that. She was scared he would drink himself to death. But Mrs. Hughes was keeping him in order. Cora let out a deep sigh, Mrs. Hughes was a wonderful woman, and Robert was lucky to have her and Carson to look after him. She turned on the kettle. Who was there to look after her? She had Rosamund who came by regularly, but that was it. She should try and make some friends. It was also time to find something to do. Her parents had left her with a wealth that made it possible to never work a day in her life, but she wanted to do something. All of the sudden Cora felt a tear running down her cheek. She wished she could call her mother, but both her father and mother had passed away.

"Can you please stop that pacing around, or do it outside?" Mary said annoyed looking up from her book.

Robert stopped abruptly in his tracks; he had not noticed he was pacing. Cora could be here any minute now. "I am sorry." He murmured.

"Papa, sit down and take a drink." Mary saw her father's eyebrows rise. "No, not that kind of drink. A cup of tea I meant."

"I know, I know." Robert frowned, of course he knew she did not mean an alcoholic drink. Cora would smell it on him from miles away. The door to the drawing room opened and Carson appeared. Directly behind him was Cora.

"Thank you, Carson." Cora said, clearly uncomfortable, that she had to be escorted towards the drawing room by the butler.

"Mama, lovely to see you." Mary got up and walked towards her mother to kiss her on her cheek.

Cora touched her arm briefly. "Thank you darling."

"I am off." She looked at her father and walked away.

Cora walked towards Robert and kissed his cheek. His smell made her weak in her stomach. She felt his bristly skin, he had not shaved in days. But she had to admit, he was good looking with a beard. Quickly she stepped back when she noticed she was holding his arm a bit too long. Her cheeks coloured and she averted her face.

Robert closed his eyes the moment Cora came so close to him that she could not see his eyes. She looked lovely, she had gained some of her old weight back he noticed. It was a relief to see, she had lost so much weight while she was sick, and he had been scared she would not regain it. But she did, did that mean she was happy? He thought. Every fibre in his body, wanted to pull her back when she stepped away from him. He wanted to put his noise in her hair, which was in a low ponytail on her back. Some curls escaped in the front, and he wanted to put it back behind her ear.

"You said, you received some papers?" Cora said, waking Robert from his daydreams. She had recognized the look on his face, he was fantasizing, the same thing that happened in her mind the moment she laid her eyes on him, just when she entered the drawing room. The physical affect he had on her, was jarring.

"Yes, Murray finished all the details and I think he made a good settlement."

Cora swallowed; with these papers it would be defined. There was no way back after signing them. "Can I read them?"

"Of course, do you want to take them with you and come back later or?" Robert stopped; he did not want to push Cora in any way.

Cora took the papers from Robert; it was not too much she noticed and would be able to read it today. "I will read them right now, if that is alright?"

Robert nodded. "Of course, can I poor you a drink?"

"Some tea would be lovely." Cora had seen that there was tea and some biscuits waiting on the table. It was something she missed in her home, everything she had to do herself and although she really liked living this independently, it was sometimes very convenient to have people do those things for you.

'Cora got up, without saying a word and threw the papers in the roaring fire. She stepped closer towards Robert, who was still sitting on the sofa opposite of her. She reached with her hand towards his chin, and she lifted his head, so he was looking at her. Slowly, very slowly she came closer. Her hair was loose and was now falling forwards. It gave her an angelic look. Her nose brushed his and he felt her breath on his skin. "We should wake up." She said very softly.'

Robert felt a hand shaking his shoulder and a voice saying. "Wake up." His eyes snapped open. Cora was standing in front of him, but her hair was still neatly in that ponytail.

"I am sorry to wake you, but there are somethings we need to discuss." She pointed at the papers in her hand.

Robert tried to shake off the dream he just had. He felt stupid for falling asleep in the first place, but he could have known he would dream about her. He dreamed about Cora every night, she came back to him every night, again and again.