The Casanova by T L Swan

Chapter 26

I smile as I mix the paint in my palette; who knew I would love this so much.

It’s taken me back to a time when I was happy and carefree . . . I also have to admit, Elliot’s letter yesterday has lifted my spirits.

He gets it.

He could have come here and talked me around and dragged me home . . . but he’s letting me work this out for myself.

I hear a car pull up and I go and look out of the window. It’s the van. I smile.

I open the door in a rush to see the delivery driver get out of his van with another red envelope.

“Pinkie?” he calls.

“That’s me.” I beam.

“Two letters in two days, someone’s getting spoilt. Sign here please.”

I sign with a smile on my face. “What was your name?” I ask.

“Richard.”

“Thanks, Richard.” I take my letter and breeze up my steps and, once inside, I tear it open. Just like the last letter, I tip the envelope up and the little bottle falls out.

I read the label and giggle.

Elliot Miles—Love Potion.

My dearest Pinkie,

In light of my inability to call you, and not wanting to stalk you, serial-killer style, I have decided to go old school and write you a letter.

To receive a total package experience, please spray this letter with the spray that is enclosed in the envelope.

In light of your various fetishes, I will oblige you.

Enclosed is a picture for your personal spank bank, use it willingly and often.

I frown. What?

I search in the envelope and, inside, there’s a photograph wrapped in white paper.

I tear it open and laugh. It’s a picture of Elliot’s bare feet, crossed at the ankles and resting up on an ottoman. He’s sitting on his deck with the lake and his beautiful Enchanted rolling green hills in the background.

There’s a glass of Scotch on the side table and he’s wearing grey sweatpants.

I frown as I stare at it. Maybe he’s onto something. This picture makes me want to be there. I keep reading.

I hope you are well, my days are long, my nights are longer.

You are missed, my love.

Forever yours,

Elliot.

xo

P.S. have you started knitting collars for your grandkids yet?

Apparently, twins are common. I’m not nervous at all.

I smile as my eyes linger on the letter; I pick up the little bottle and spray the paper.

I hold it to my nose and inhale deeply, and Elliot Miles in all his glory swims around me.

These quirky little letters that are so him, mean a lot.

I smile. It’s a good day.