by Bethany Law

Created on: July 01, 2008

Susan stirred from sleep slowly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly but not opening. Her head was resting on something that was definitely not a pillow or cushion or the floor and her hands were linked around something else, and something else was curled into her hair softly. And her head felt like it had been kicked by a horse to boot, the aching thump almost drawing a moan from her.

What the? She thought, before groggily managing to open her dark brown eyes somewhat. The sight she was greeted with made her open them fully, biting back an oath. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

She was slumped sideward in the booth in her shop, her head resting on Benjamin's chest and her arms around his neck. His hand was resting in her auburn hair, as if he'd fallen asleep in the act of running his fingers through them. Susan closed her eyes again and counted to ten, before emitting a loud sigh and deciding that she would have to make it perfectly clear to Benjamin that Eleanor Lovett was dead and gone, and no matter what he tried he was not going to bring her back. The things she'd seen in Australia the things that went on under the noses of the officials even by the officials A shudder ran right down her spine as several memories bubbled to the fore of her mind. No, it would be better for both of them if Benjamin realised that she was beyond saving. If her heart was still whole, a stab of pain would have struck it at the thought of letting go of all those girlish fantasies she had indulged in as a young girl, even up to when Benjamin had gotten married even when she had gotten married. She'd never stopped hoping. But now it was time to accept.

Sighing, Susan disentangled herself from her from the barber. She stood and rearranged the skirts of her dress, before gazing around the shop. If she could find a way of owning it again, even though she had no money, then she'd have a place to stay and a business to come back to. Maybe the thought of new management would get rid of those fanciful ghost stories once and for all. Susan pushed away the thought that if this was impossible, she'd be out on the streets, and set to work trying to find a broom so she could get rid of all the dust.

When Benjamin awoke some time later, aching from the unusual position and missing the warmth of another body beside him, he was greeted by the sight of a much cleaner shop, and a very busy redhead carrying on cleaning. Turning at the sound of him working the stiffness out of his muscles, for a moment she almost

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