Blossom lifts his head and looks at me with alarm in his eyes. I didn’t realise I actually shouted. My eyes are drawn back to the flat screen television and I groan in frustration. Only a short while longer to go and the batsman isn’t focused. As it is, it is a tight one day game and we really don’t need him screwing it up. I know, I know. Most people are surprised at my keen interest in cricket and my knowledge thereof. It started with a mild interest from a previous boyfriend and I had found a passion. I slap my palm against my forehead as the fast bowler surprises the batsman once again with a brilliant throw and the unfocused gentleman – good manners keep me from calling him what I really want to – just manages to stop the ball from taking out the wickets, but totally wastes the opportunity to score some runs. It is Sunday afternoon – more than a week of me living in the Montgomery mansion. Adam and I have been getting along surprisingly well and he even started calling Blossom by name and no longer ‘dog’.
