Beth seemed a little distracted when we woke the next morning, and I leaned across to kiss her softly on the lips. "Something on your mind?"
She nodded, glancing at me. "Well... Francesca, actually."
I raised my eyebrows, letting her continue. "She already knows about us, she's as sexy as hell, and she'll be flying back home in a few days."
"Go on," I encouraged her.
Beth took the plunge. "Why don't we invite her to join us for a night or two? Then we'll know what it's like, and we won't be curious when we get to uni, when getting someone else involved would be a whole lot more complicated."
I took her fingers in mine. "Beth, you'll always be more than enough for me, you know that. But if you want to try this, I'm not going to complain."
I grinned wickedly. "I can just imagine kissing those curves of hers."
Beth picked up her pillow, playfully swinging it at me. "You can kiss her wherever you like as long as I get the same."
I nodded agreement. "She has to say yes first, remember. I know she seems pretty open, but this might be too much for her."
"Leave that to me," Beth promised with a lift of her eyebrows. "Come on - we should catch her at breakfast."
Francesca was already there when we got to the dining room, and we walked across to her. "Why don't we all share a table today?"
She smiled her thanks, picking up her bag, and we sat. Beth and I had our usual breakfast, while Francesca nibbled on a croissant. "I wish I could eat like that and be as slim as you two," she offered with a hint of regret. "It's a good thing I like to run, it keeps me fit."
She sipped at her coffee. "What are your plans for today?"
"There's a bird of prey centre," Beth explained. "Tim's going to treat us to an encounter with the birds."
She glanced at me, then back to Francesca. "But why don't we meet you for dinner when we get back, we'll treat you? We've been out every night so far, so we thought we'd see what the food here is like."
Francesca smiled. "That would be lovely."
She finished her croissant, dabbing at her mouth with the serviette. "Have a good day, I will see you later."
I watched her walk to the door, hips swaying a little, and Beth leaned across to pinch me lightly. "Looking forward to unwrapping your treat?" she teased. "I think she guesses that we have more in mind."
"I'll trust your feminine intuition," I nodded.
We finished our breakfast, and a few minutes later we were in the car, Beth looking at the map. "The route takes us through the forest - some of the roads are a bit steep, but the views are great."
Finally we pulled up outside the bird of prey centre, hearing the yelping cry of an eagle as soon as we opened the car doors. "I think that's a bald eagle," I ventured.
I paid for us at the entrance, and we spent a while just walking round, looking at the different aviaries. One huge space held a dozen or so kites, and we watched them flying from one side to the other, then back. "They fly them all at once later," I pointed to the guidebook.
"What's that?" asked Beth, indicating the next event on the timetable. "I can't imagine how a vulture restaurant would work."
I read the text. "Oh - they feed them, and they explain some of the conservation challenges there are for vultures in Africa and Asia."
The vulture restaurant turned out to be dramatic, the birds arching their huge wings and hissing at one another over the bloody bones that the keeper tossed out for them. "That makes me really angry, how the poachers poison them because they lead the rangers to the dead elephants," was Beth's response to the conservation talk.
I walked across to talk to one of the keepers. "We'd quite like to do the 'hawk walk' later, if you have a free slot?"
She nodded. "Sure, I'll book you in. The café's open, see you back here about two o'clock."
I found Beth watching a tiny owl through the mesh. "Isn't he sweet?"
"Come on," I smiled. "We just have time for lunch."
The café offered toasted sandwiches, and we sat at a wooden table in the open air while we ate. "Look," Beth pointed into the sky, "they said the wild buzzards come because they know the birds are here."
"I think they get scraps from the flying ground when everyone's gone," I nodded.
We finished our meal, and walked back to the arena. "Ah, Tim and Beth," the keeper greeted us. "I'm Jenny, I'll be taking you out with the birds today."
She led us to one of the aviaries, opening the door. "They're all tethered just now, so they're not going anywhere," she reassured.
Beth got a peregrine, while I ended up with a Harris hawk clutching my gauntleted hand. "OK, off we go," nodded Jenny.
We made our way through the flying ground and out onto the fields, passing hedges filled with wild flowers. "Beth, if you let Kes free - just take your thumb off the leash - and we'll see what she does," Jenny instructed.
Beth lifted her thumb, and the kestrel looked around, shook her feathers, then dived straight for the base of the hedge, mantling her wings over an unfortunate vole.
Jenny smirked. "Lazy bird - she'll always go for the easiest meal, rather than wasting energy flapping."
She retrieved the kestrel, settling it back on Beth's glove and making sure the leash was secure. "We can't let them both fly at once," she explained. "Now, Tim, let's see how Amber will perform."
I let the leash drop free, and my bird did much the same as Beth's, with the addition of a lift of her tail and a squirt of white liquid. "How rude," I chuckled.
The hawk flapped into the air, circling higher and higher, then seemed to drop like a stone as she folded her wings, plummeting onto something unseen. Jenny ran over quickly, inducing Amber to relinquish what she had in exchange for something from the leather bag at Jenny's waist.
Jenny returned to us with the bird on one arm, a rabbit looking much the worse for wear in the other hand. "I'm guessing you won't want to take her catch home with you," she grinned, "though you'd be very welcome. But the team here do eat what the birds catch, we think it's only right."
Beth nodded. "That's fine by us. And thanks so much for a fascinating time."
We walked back with Sarah and watched her put the birds back in their aviary. "Right," I said. "We should probably get going."
I grinned. "We have a dinner date that probably doesn't involve rabbit."
As we drove home we chatted about the different birds we'd seen - "That martial eagle looked very fierce, but I think the most impressive one was the sea eagle, those huge wings," mused Beth.
We reached the hotel, and I made coffee in the room for us, Beth sprawling on the bed while I sat in the armchair. "Maybe we should talk about tonight?" I offered. "We should probably decide now what we both think will work, and what might not."
Beth's voice as she replied was offhand, but her eyes were dancing. "Oh, I can only think of one rule."
"Which is...?"
"Don't do anything with her that you haven't done with me."
She grinned wickedly. "Yet."