That light kiss sent Cara's heart soaring, the perfect end to a perfect day. She knew her cheeks were red when they parted, but the heat in her face was no match for the burning in the center of her chest. Still, she felt unaccountably shy when he said he wanted to see her again, and kept her eyes focused on the ground before her as they approached the house.
At the door Cara turned, finally looking up at Gregory. "I'm sure you're going to be busy the next few days, but call me when you can? We'll be heading out in a few days, but I don't think we'll be gone too long." She reached a hand up to his cheek. "I'll talk to you soon."
With one last, small smile, Cara slipped into the house.
Meredith was in the kitchen, and called out when she heard the door shut. "Cara? That you?"
Cara made her way back to the kitchen, fighting the mad grin that threatened to overwhelm her face. "Yes, it's me. I'm back." She replied, somewhat unnecessarily as she entered the kitchen. The sight of the flowers Gregory had brought her, arranged artfully in a vase on the windowsill, brought a fresh surge of joy through her.
There was a pot of something bubbling away on the stovetop - it smelled amazing as Meredith stirred. "So..." she asked, shooting Cara a wicked grin. "How was your date?"
Cara chewed her lip a moment, both to hide her untameable smile, and to collect her thoughts. She'd didn't want to start gushing like some silly, lovestruck girl-
"Sweet Mary, it was amazing!" She shrieked. Her eyes were wide, dancing, as she looked over at Meredith. "He's the sweetest - I don't even know what to compare him to! We had lunch, and walked down to the beach." She gasped - "And a cove, tucked away there, it was the most beautiful place I've ever seen!"
Meredith turned back to her pot, trying not to laugh at Cara's display, rolling her eyes as the younger girl went on and on... "So I guess you'll be seeing Romeo again at some point?"
"I hope so!" Cara shot back. "We'll have to see when. He has work, and training, and of course I have my responsibilities here..." She fell silent for a moment, running through everything Gregory had talked about in her mind. "You want to hear the oddest thing? He said his father's The Butcher. Isn't that mad?"
"Well, not really," Meredith answered. "I mean, people eat meat, and I know I'm not about to cut up a cow. I don't remember there being a butcher in Gairloch, though..."
Cara cut her off. "No, no - not a butcher. THE Butcher." She made a face, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "He's some kind of wrestler-" The spoon Meredith had been holding suddenly clattered to the floor, making Cara jump.
"Oh my god, are you serious?!" Meredith was yelling, whirling around to face Cara. "His father is Marty McClellan? Marty the Butcher? And he lives here in Gairloch?"
Cara was dumbfounded. Meredith didn't sound scandalized or skeptical - she sounded like a fan. "Uh, well, I would think so - I haven't met him or anything. I don't know where he lives." She shrugged. "Gregory only mentioned his father was a pro wrestler, and that he helped sometimes - it's something he wants to get into himself one day."
Meredith was on the verge of hysteria. "I can't believe it! Gordon's going to flip - he watches the matches too! Oh wow..." Her eyes were wide as she crossed the kitchen towards Cara. "Do you think he'd give me an autograph? Oh, no, wait - do you think I could meet him?" Her hand shot out, grabbing Cara's wrist. "We should have them over for dinner!"
"Uh.." Cara had no idea what to say. Autographs? Dinner with Gregory's parents? Just the idea made her stomach flip nervously. "So," she lifted an eyebrow in question, a smile turning up the corner of her mouth, "I take it that seeing Gregory again won't be a problem?"