Nick Rose had just turned away from the door, when Matty opened it.
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"Nick?"
Nick turned.
"Hey Matty."
"Why are you standing here?"
"I was debating whether or not to knock."
"Nanny Dove told us there was a stalker outside the front door. Did you want to see us?"
Nick took a deep breath.
"I did, but ..."
Matty opened the door, fully.
"Come in, Nick."
"Well Matty, I don't want to bother you and Bill."
Matty stepped outside and took Nick's arm.
"Get in here. Its freezing out there."
Matty pulled him inside and closed the door.
"Why didn't you come to the veranda door?"
"Like I said Matty, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to bother you guys."
"Come on. Bill and I are just having a drink and listening to some music."
Matty lead the way from the old section of the house to the new section.
Bill met them, as they walked into the living room. He passed a scotch to Nick.
"Come in and sit Nick."
Nick took the drink.
"You sure I am not intruding?"
"Sit."
Bill pointed to an arm chair, while he and Matty sat on the couch.
"Those things will kill you," Nick joked, as Bill lit a cigarette.
"I know. But you did not come here at ten o'clock at night to remind me to stop smoking."
Nick sipped his scotch.
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
