Max Finds a House
"Dee I think I found it, I’m sending you pictures," Max Skinner texted into his phone. He hoped he’d found it he was tired of traipsing all over looking for a house, it was hot and the bottle of water he had was tepid at best. Two weeks he’s spent looking at real estate in between trying to establish a bank and also looking at land for a vineyard. He’d been quite impressed with the wine in Australia and thought to try his hand at growing grapes down under.
He lit a thin cigar and waited walking around to the back of the house again and looking out at the bay, here the breeze was cooling in the shade. A little jingle brought his phone out again.
"Is that salt water? Then YES!" was the message."
"Woo hoo," Max shouted and threw his arms up.
"I Luv u I luv u I luv u," he texted back.
Two more weeks of being on his own and she would be joining him. He looked up at the back of the house thinking of the view they would have from the lounge and dining room. The house was bordered on two sides with a reserve so there would never be neighbors close by and the views were important to both of them. The house in Provence had spoiled them.
Dee was still in London trying to close out their flat and her her job. They had been hopping back and forth between Provence and London for two years. When Maximillian’s last trading fiasco hit the papers he’d lost his job. He spent more and more time in Provence and when Dee was contemplating moving there permanently the opportunity came for him to open a bank in western Australia. At first he wasn’t keen on the idea of moving to the far side of the world but the more he thought about it and the more the bank’s partners leaned on him…he bit. Dee was a little apprehensive about the move but she would be with Max no matter where he went.
One more look at the coastline in back of the house and Max walked back to his vehicle and started the motor turning on the air full blast. The heat was going to take some getting used to.
Now sign a few papers, money would exchange hands and this job was done. He smiled to himself as he pulled out of the drive. Port Auckland had a new resident.
Back on the other side of the world Delilah (Dee) Atkinson stepped out of the taxi umbrella already open. It was raining and damp and cold in London. Max had spoken to her about the heat…right now it sounded good. Dee was an American from North Carolina who had been transferred by her investment firm to London two years ago. She had only been in London for three weeks when she met Max at a cocktail party. He was making a victory round as he called it after a spectacular bout of trading.
The couple Dee had come to the restaurant with had gotten into an argument and left and she took her drink over to the bar. Max had leaned on the bar next to her ordering another drink…he’d had a few already and noticing the lovely blond they began talking. Before she knew what was happening he had her by the hand and they were out the door on to the next party. Sometime before dawn he took her to his flat where they both fell into bed and slept. The next morning Max was up and dressed by the time she woke up. He was embarrassed because he couldn’t remember her name or what had happened in the bed the night before. Dee gave her name and told him nothing had happened he’d passed out. A week later he’d called her and after an on and off again beginning they were lovers…partners…together.
The one thing that appealed to Dee more than anything else about the move to Australia was that they would finally be together…no more phone calls back and forth between London and Provence; no more quick weekends and missed days at work to explain. She’d quit her job and was training her replacement counting the days when she would board the plane for the long flight to Max.
