Living in Boston is a blessing. A small, walkable city, Boston is brimming with history, art, fabulous restaurants and unique neighborhoods. For several years, I lived in the Back Bay on Marlborough Street. The Public Gardens, Newbury Street and the Commonwealth mall, where I snapped this winter cityscape were all steps away from my apartment. My character, Darcy Seton, also lived in the Back Bay in my novel, Forget-me-not.
Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, MA (photo by Linda LeVasseur Walkins)
“Slow down, guys,” Darcy said, as the determined Scottie and Cavalier King Charles Spaniel raced down the icy pavement, tugging on their leashes.
She began to skid on a patch of black ice, but mercifully, the dogs stopped to sniff around a tree trunk and Darcy regained her balance. She drew in a steadying breath and slowly shook her head as she gazed around at the wintry cityscape. An unexpected spring storm had coated Boston in a blanket of white.
Darcy took her cell phone from her pocket to check the time. Ian would be back from the university soon. She wondered how his day had gone. His book on the Scottish clans was due out in a few weeks. Today he was supposed to have lunch with his agent.
The dogs, Smiley and Thistle had ventured off the walkway to romp in the powdery snow, chasing each other and barking gleefully. Darcy opened her camera app and snapped a photo. Both dogs smiled up at her, tails wagging.
“Okay, doggies. Let’s go. Time to head home.” Darcy tightened her grip on the two leashes and set off toward Marlborough Street.
They turned the corner at the intersection of Commonwealth and Massachusetts Avenue. Up ahead, Darcy spotted a familiar figure clad in a thick sheepskin jacket and boots from L.L. Bean.
“Ian!” she called and he turned around. He stopped in front of the Marlboro Market to wait for them.
When she reached his side, Ian kissed Darcy’s cheek and then bent down to pat Thistle and Smiley in turn. “This is an unexpected treat,” he said. “I thought you would be holed up in the living room correcting exams.” Darcy taught Music Theory at a nearby private school.
She shook her head and linked arms with him as he took Smiley’s leash from her. “Because of the snow day yesterday, I decided to push the test to the end of the week.”
Ian grinned. “Lucky kids.”
“Believe me they were not disappointed,” Darcy said, as they strolled down their block. Climbing the stairs of their brownstone, she fished in her pocket for her keys. Once inside, she followed the dogs up the stairs to their second floor apartment, as Ian checked the mail.
In the spacious living room, Darcy shed her coat and boots. She unlatched the leashes from Smiley and Thistle and the dogs ran to their water bowl in the kitchen.
“What shall we do tonight, Darce?” Ian asked. He unwound a tartan wool scarf from around his neck and shrugged off his jacket. “I was thinking we could grab a cab down to the Lenox and have a drink in the piano bar. We could indulge in some Prosecco and listen to the music.”
“On a school night?” Darcy asked, as she wondered if it was too cold to wear her new paisley print skirt from J. Jill.
“Sure.” Ian pulled her to him and began to waltz across the parquet floor. “We have something to celebrate.”
“Oh yeah?” Darcy laughed. “What’s that?”
“Well, exactly one year and eight months ago, we met in that tearoom in Edinburgh.”
“We’re celebrating a one year and eight month anniversary?” She leaned her head against his shoulder as her mind filled with memories of her summer in Scotland.
“Yes, that and also . . .” Ian spun her around so she landed softly on the sage colored couch. He grabbed his briefcase from the coffee table and pulled something from its depths. “Mark gave me a finished copy of my book at lunch today.”
“Oh Ian, hooray!” Darcy clapped her hands and smiled at him in delight. “Congratulations.”
He sat beside her and handed her the book. “The launch party is set for two weeks from today.” His voice grew husky with emotion. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
Darcy smoothed her hand over the shiny, smooth cover and carefully opened the book. Ian had inscribed the title page for her. His loving words warmed her heart.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said, at the same time that Darcy exclaimed, “I’m so proud of you.”
They leaned together, sharing a gentle kiss, as Smiley and Thistle trotted into the room and hopped up onto the couch.
Darcy shifted over to make room for the dogs. She stretched her arm across the back of the couch and linked hands with Ian. “We have so much to celebrate.”
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