The Journey Home. Fiona Hood-Stewart

her close. The thought made him jerk his head up.

      The plane took off, rising swiftly into the leaden sky, the rain beating harder as they gained height.

      Soon they were traveling south. Jack looked down at the countryside below, peering closely, trying to distinguish through the blur what he was sure must be Dunbar, standing like a dollhouse below. Excitement stirred in his veins. Dunbar was quite distinct now, even through the rain. It was magnificent. He could hardly wait to get hold of the specs Serena had promised him.

      Taking a sip of whiskey, he began making some ballpark estimates of what the renovation might cost. By the time he reached London he was in a fair way to having a game plan together, and his determination to acquire Dunbar increased. Something deep inside told him he couldn’t let it go. And all at once Jack knew he’d go every inch of the way to making it his own.