He went into the bathroom to shave while I tidied up. I made the bed and noticed a stain, so I went to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame. "Adam, I want to take the sheets home to wash."

He stopped mid-shave and said, "Betty will do it."

"I don't want her to. There's a big stain on them. It's not fair that someone else should have to clean it."

"Okay, there's a washing machine in the shed out the back. The keys should be hanging on the wall near the fridge."

I found the key and headed to the shed. The washing machine was against the wall, covered in dust. What surprised me the most was an old truck in the corner. The badge said Morris Commercial. It made me think of Wally's comment about not seeing Adam for ages, and him knowing the size of the property. I guessed Adam hadn't told me the truth about certain things. A surge of anxiety swept through me. I sat on an old, empty metal drum and wondered if he had forgotten that he'd told me about the truck, but was sure he couldn't have.

How was I going to deal with this? I sucked in a few breaths and told myself to calm down and let it slide.

The washing machine was switched off at the wall. The hose had been disconnected from the tap. I couldn't get it on. I'd have to get Adam to help. What would he say about the truck? I decided not to mention it.

"The hose isn't connected," I called when I got back inside. "I need you to help me."

He stepped into his shorts. "It should screw on."

"Yeah, I tried. It doesn't look like it's been used for a while, maybe it's rusted."

He put on a shirt.

I stripped the sheets. By the time I returned to the shed, he had the tap connected and wiped the machine with a rag.

"They might come out dirtier than when they go in," he said.

I lifted the lid and checked inside. "Give me the rag and I'll wipe it out first."

I put the sheets in. Adam found some laundry powder in the cupboard above the sink. He blew the dust off it before lifting the carton's lid.

"How long has it been since your friends came here?" I ventured. "How long has it been since you've been here?"

Adam shrugged. "A year." He glanced towards the truck. "I brought the Morris to store in the shed."

I grinned, knowing there'd be an explanation. "So that's your old truck?"

Adam walked towards it and patted the rusty fender. "Yeah, beautiful, isn't she?"

"Ah...no?" I said, laughing and shaking my head.

He laughed with me. "It will be when it's finished."

I walked around it, peering inside the empty shell. "I have to be honest and say it doesn't look like it ever will be."

"I just need to find the time," he murmured.

"How old is it?"

"Over seventy years. It's a 1946 Morris Commercial Drop-side. I have to build a new tray and paint it. The engine runs like a dream. It just needs the finishing touches."

"What colour will you paint it?"

Adam jerked his shoulders. "I haven't thought about that yet. What do you think?"

I screwed up my face in thought. "Burgundy."

Adam stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Then burgundy it will be." He spun me around and planted a kiss on my lips.

After lunch, we took Molly for another walk and curled up together in one of the armchairs. I lay against his chest while he read a Colin Dexter book from the shelf. "I don't want you to take me home," I whispered.

He put the book down and ran his finger over my face. "I don't want to take you home."

I kissed him and shifted my body to face him. I kissed him again and lifted his shirt over his head. Then I undid his shorts and took off my clothes. When I eased myself on top of him, he exhaled the words, "Oh...God..."

I murmured in his ear. "The Master has been out-mastered."

"I don't mind," he whispered.

Our journey home was quiet. He stopped in front of my unit as the sun went down. Goodbyes made my heart break. I didn't want him to leave me. He carried my bag upstairs and took me in his arms. "I had a great weekend, Jasmine," he whispered.

I couldn't speak. A lump in my throat hurt when I tried to swallow.

"Hey?" Adam lifted my face and kissed away my tears. He held me, sighed and put his chin on my head. I had to control my emotions. I took deep breaths until I could talk. Then I said, "Sorry. I hate goodbyes. Especially when I've had such a great time."

"Are you being a girl?" he whispered.

"Yeah." I wiped my face.

Adam kissed my cheek. "I'd better get Molly home."

I attempted to lighten the mood by tapping him on the butt. "See ya soon, stud."

Adam grinned and poked me. "Stay out of trouble."

I watched him climb into his car from the verandah. He waved as he opened the door. I waved back and gave him my best smile, fighting tears as he drove away. I should have been ecstatic because I'd had such a great time. I went inside, showered, then made a toasted cheese sandwich.

The phone rang. It was Belinda. I burst into tears.

"What's going on? Has that prick done something?" I shook my head at the phone and then burst into laughter.

"Jasmine! Are you on something?" I laughed some more because it certainly felt like it.

"Yes," I gasped. "It's called love."

"What do you mean? Can you please talk sense?"

I told her about my weekend. "I didn't want him to leave, and don't want to be away from him. That's why I'm crying. I want to be with him."

When I was finished, Belinda sighed. "I am so jealous. Marcus turned out to be a wanker with a small dick."

"What did he do?"

"Oh, you know the usual, wham bam thank you, ma'am." She paused and tittered, "His dick wasn't small. It was too big and he hurt me. He didn't even try to make it nice. I'm sure he got off on it."

How lucky I was? Adam was so considerate.

Belinda said, "When will you see him again?"

"I don't know," I mumbled. "He didn't say."

"You're not going to sit around waiting for him, are you?" Belinda's stern voice shot through the phone.

"I'm going to try not to. Do you want to go to the movies on Tuesday night?"

"Yeah." She hesitated. "I'd love to."

"What's wrong?"

"What if Adam turns up? We'd better play it by ear."

I wanted to stick to my resolve. "No. We're going to the movies. Meet me in town? We'll grab something to eat first. That way I won't be home, and if he comes, then I won't know and can't change my plans."

Belinda laughed and said, "Perfect."

Things are on a high.  I hope they stay that way.

Does anyone love old cars?

I wonder if Adam will ever finish fixing his.

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