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A Treading the Boards Novella
A trip down to Cornwall is just what Ryan Penniford needs to recover from the daily grind of London life. Ryan and his amateur dramatics society, the Sarky Players, are traveling to Porthcurno to perform at the stunning Minack Theatre.
Stuart Box has returned to Cornwall after earning his PhD, and is killing time as he looks for a job back in London. Spending time with Ryan from the Sarky Players is a great way to take his mind off things.
During their first meeting, sparks fly, but not in a good way, and they must work to get past their initial hostilities to discover they have great off-stage chemistry. Stuart soon learns Ryan is not the superficial man people assume he is, and Stuart likes what he sees. The feeling is entirely mutual.
Pity Ryan is only visiting for two weeks, but both men want to see where this holiday romance might take them.
The Logan Rock Inn was a quintessential Cornish pub with no pretense of being anything else. The bar wasn’t particularly large, but the dark décor made it feel smaller and, given it was high season, busy with fellow holidaymakers. He spotted Owen at the bar, waiting to be served and admiring a raft of brass ornaments as he did so.
Ryan slapped Owen on the back. “Let me get this round.”
“Ryan, here at last. We’re in the back room. I tell you what, we’re lucky to have Stuart with us. He knew the landlord and reserved us a table, otherwise I doubt we’d have got a seat. There’s nowhere to sit in the beer garden either.”
“Always good to have local knowledge.”
Ryan slid into the space Owen had carved out at the bar, catching the barmaid’s attention almost immediately and ordering what Owen told him.
Upon spotting they had a pinot noir on the wine list, he ordered a bottle and three empty glasses.
“I’ve been waiting ages,” grumbled Owen as the barmaid tottered off on her high heels to pull the pints.
“I’m sure you’d have been next, Owen.”
He snorted. “Right.”
Between the two of them, they carried the drinks out into the back room and to the tables that had been pushed together, where five members of the Sarky Players and Stuart sat chatting. Ryan realized he wouldn’t have much choice where he got to sit, and once Owen claimed his place,
Ryan took the remaining free space between Penny and Stuart, with Linda opposite. “I thought you might have found a better option.”
Penny sniggered as she accepted a glass of wine. “Or maybe you’re taking it easy for a change.”
“I wouldn’t miss your charming company.”
Stuart handed him a menu. “Do you want to order food?”
Ryan smiled politely. “Thanks.”
“I want to apologize for being a bit harsh to you yesterday.” Stuart looked sheepish, and Ryan thought it rather cute. “I shouldn’t have called you a stuck-up London ponce. I’m sorry.”
“And I shouldn’t have called you an oaf.”
“Yeah, well, I was acting like one.”
Ryan hadn’t expected the apology and wondered where the change of heart had come from, but he didn’t want to antagonize Stuart now they were being civil to each other.
“Oh good, now we’re all friends, let’s order. I’m starved.” Penny grabbed the menu out of Ryan’s hands. “I’m on holiday—I want chips.”
“Do you want me to get you another menu?” Stuart asked Ryan.
“Actually, give me a recommendation. I’m usually terrible at choosing.”
“If you’re a meat eater, then the steak and ale pie is one of the best I’ve had.”
Ryan fought back the usual comment he would make about meat eating, which would have been a natural response when out with the Players, but something about Stuart made him hold back.
Linda snorted into her glass. “I’m sure Ryan could answer that in so many ways.”
Penny giggled. “I bet you did at the club you went to Friday night.”
Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.
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