A Tale of Love and War

Rose Burton-Hall is the daughter of a rich English army commander. Her life is glittering until world war two hits Britain and her father and brothers are enlisted. While they are fighting Rose's life changes and she finds solace in Jack. Together they embrace the moto carpe diem; seize the day, and embark on a furious but secret love affair with consequences that mean that Rose's life can never return to how it used be.
After nearly four months the story is finally finished! Please bear with me the first few chapters I promise it does get better. Please let me know what you think, I haven't had any feedback and would really appreciate some! :) xxx

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9. We're even

I barely slept that night, I tossed and turned for what felt like forever until I finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning before rising a few hours later for work. As a result I had awful bags under my eyes but there was little I could do about it as I hurried out. It was the last week of February and the crisp fresh air smelt of spring as I headed down the road.
I reached the gate and smiled, Jack was there waiting for me. He held the gate open and tipped his non-existent hat at me.
"Morning ma'am." he grinned at me playfully.
"Why thank you young sir." I played along.
We carried on like this until we reached the barn where Mr Downs was waiting to send us off to check on some of the expecting ewes. This was a more difficult task than you would think as the ewes had such thick coats it was almost impossible to tell which ones were the pregnant ones. In the end I watched Jack chase the ones we'd decided looked the fattest round the pen to fit collars on them so we could recognise them next time. He was so busy grinning at me as he tried to catch them that he didn't notice as am enormous ewe charged into him from behind and knocked him flat in his face. I laughed as he righted himself but couldn't help but notice how utterly handsome he look with his dark hair all messed up and flopping over his eyes.
"I guess we're even then." I winked.
"What?" He looked confused.
"I fell over raking the stables, you got charged down by a sheep, that make us even on the humiliation level."
"Not my fault ma'am," he grinned, "I was under the spell of the most beautiful woman."
 The rest of the day seemed to fly by and before I knew it I was back at home wondering what on earth I should wear for my first date. I'd told mother that I was working late and I'd popped in to see her while I was still in my farm clothes so that there was no reason for her to be suspicious; she never ventured out of her room in the evenings anyway. After that I'd spent the last half and hour trying on everything in my wardrobe only to end up deciding on the first thing that I'd tried on. It was a periwinkle blue dress that stopped just above my ankles - the acceptable length - perfectly complimenting my chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. It was a lovely floaty material but the white belt gave it a more casual look along with a white cardigan. After I'd carefully applied some extra makeup I checked the time. Six o'clock! I grabbed my pale blue purse and some white flats and, careful not to be spotted by any of the servants, hurried into the night.
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