Passion Fire and Fury

Passion, Fire and Fury By Mel Comley

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Copyright 2011 Mel Comley

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Other books by Mel Comley are. Cruel Justice Impeding Justice Final Justice It’s A Dog’s Life A Time For Change A Time To Heal High Spirits A Twist in The Tale

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Passion, Fire and Fury.

Prologue Now that the petrol can was empty, it was time to get out of the building. Striking the match, the arsonist dropped it into the liquid and smirked as a blue flame shot across the length of the room, swallowing up the furniture in its wake. The fire-raiser ran across the car park, hid behind the factory opposite and watched the flames lash the outside of the building. The arsonist looked on. Feelings of joy gave way to fear as the flames engulfed the building and they heard the faint cries for help. It was past ten o’clock, the building should have been empty – it wasn’t supposed to go like this …

Chapter One

Two days earlier…

She was coming home. Cass had left her beautiful village, Bovey Tracey in Devon, two years ago. Now, on the outskirts of town she navigated the narrow winding roads with ease, making her way to her parent’s quaint cottage. Her mind was still in turmoil from the recent problems she’d encountered. Gino had left her, gone off with a dancer in a nightclub. Actually she was a stripper. Well, they were welcome to each other. She’d felt abandoned when he ran off but her friends onboard ship had rallied round to keep her spirits up. She had no intention of leaving the Sea of Destiny, the cruise liner she’d been a hairstylist on for the past eighteen months. Gino had been the reason she’d packed her bags and left her beloved village. He’d walked into the salon, her Aunt Mary’s salon, where Cass had worked since leaving school, and swept her off her feet, promising her the world if she went with him. Everyone she loved had been devastated. She’d only known Gino for two weeks. Her decision left Aunt Mary looking for another top-notch stylist, her parents feeling hurt. But it was her boyfriend Tim who’d suffered the most. They’d been together for eight years before she’d swanned off with Gino. Up until Gino’s arrival their future had been set in stone, one day they’d get married and have a bucket load of kids.

The cottage came into view and her heart began to pound. Cass got out of the car to unlock the gates, her caramel coloured hair catching in the spring breeze. She raised her moss green eyes to the house she loved so much, regret showing in them at the way she had left. Driving up the gravelled drive she admired the beautiful spring plants adorning the garden she had played and romped around in throughout her childhood. Knocking on the door, she heard soft footsteps on the flagstones in the hallway and a solitary bark from Sammy. “Cassandra! Oh darling, how wonderful to see you! What are you doing here, child?” her mother said, wiping her hands down her apron.

She was shocked at how her mother had aged since she’d last seen her. Was that her fault? Had she caused her mother’s hair to turn grey long before it should? “Thought I’d come home for Easter, is that okay, Mum?” “What a daft question … Jeff, come quickly.”

Cass's father had his head buried in a book as he walked up the passage towards them. When he finally looked up the book fell to the floor and landed on his foot. Her father had also aged since her departure, but he’d also lost a lot of weight too and his shirt collar

didn’t fit him properly anymore. “Ouch! What the…Cass…what a lovely surprise, darling.” Tears sprang to her eyes as her parents jointly pulled her to them and the three embraced. Relief filled her, she hadn’t known what her parents reaction was going to be. Not wishing to be left out, Sammy the rottweiler cross, jumped up at her. “Hello, mate, did you miss me?” The dog whined, she dipped her head and he licked away the saltiness on her cheeks. “I take it that’s a yes then.” “Jeff get Cass's bags out of the car. Come on, we were just about to have afternoon tea.” Cass followed her mother into the low ceiling, beamed country kitchen. Nothing had changed, not the house nor her parents’ attitude towards her and for that, she was grateful. They tucked into the wonderful scones and well-stewed tea, only her mother could make. After an hour or so, Cass picked up Sammy’s leash and set off for the park. Sitting on the bench in the middle of the park, she smiled broadly as she watched her four-legged companion chase the red squirrels up the trees. She had missed him. She had missed this… Her family and the village that pulled at her heartstrings, she just hadn’t realised how much while she had been away.

With Sammy exhausted, she made her way back home. * * * * * It had been a tiring week for Tim, he didn’t usually work Saturday mornings but his paperwork mountain was getting out of hand. He drove his sleek silver Mercedes sports through the High Street on autopilot until the flash of a familiar sight caught his attention. Sammy? His eyes travelled the length of the leash, my God, it can’t be? Were his eyes deceiving him? She wouldn’t dare show her face around here again, would she? Anger forced him to push his foot down on the accelerator.

Chapter Two Cass searched through her old wardrobe where lots of her things still hung untouched and selected a pale yellow sundress. She remembered the last time she’d worn it—her final date with Tim. Unexpected tears blurred her vision and she wiped them away, chastising herself for living in the past. She’d moved on … he’d moved on too, according to her parents. Tim was now engaged to a stunning model, but that didn’t stop her still having feelings for him. Over the last couple of years, she’d been riddled with guilt and regret for the way she had ended their relationship. At the time thinking it was the right thing to do, to spare any arguments, she had ended their relationship via the answering machine, but later she’d realised how callous that had been. Still, there was little she could do about that now.

Their evening meal was delicious; her mother had sent her father down to the local butchers to buy some fillet steak. They had something to celebrate, after all. Sitting around the large inglenook fireplace in the cosy lounge the interrogation started. “So? What’s the real reason for your visit, Cassandra?”

Although her father was smiling at her, she could see the wariness in his eyes and knew it would be pointless lying to them. “I’ve missed you all and wanted to come home for Easter and…” “And?” her mother probed gently, taking Cass's hand in hers and placing it securely in her lap. “Well, I split up with Gino.” Her father’s anger sparked. “I knew it. Knew that boy was a waste of time. Went off with someone else, did he?” “Now, Jeff, calm down, you know what the doctor said about your heart. Let Cass tell her story, will you?” her mother said, her eyes filled with sympathy for her daughter. Sighing, she admitted, “I’m not going to lie, Dad. Yes, he went off with someone else, but in the end, I was grateful. He left the ship in Madeira, went off with a dancer who lived there.” “I’m sorry about that, love, but we tried to tell you he was a no-good—” “Jeffrey!” her mother interrupted. Cass hated the way her father’s cheeks had coloured-up so quickly, and wondered if her parents had told her the truth about his health in their frequent letters. “It’s all right, Mum. I know, Dad, I should’ve listened to you. Hey, do you remember what you used to tell me when I was growing up? You have to make your own mistakes in life in order to learn from them.” Her father’s face softened and he nodded. “Why don’t you come home, love?”

Cass shook her head. “I can’t, Dad, I love my job.” She struggled to look her father in the eye because she wasn’t sure she was telling him the truth. Yes, she loved her job, but she missed her parents deeply, too. Squeezing her hand, her mother said, “We understand, Cass. Maybe you’ll feel differently about things tomorrow.” Cass thought she spotted a sparkle of devilment settle in her mother’s eye. “Oh?” “That’s right, Jill. I almost forgot all about the barbecue for a moment.” “What barbecue is that, Dad?” “Why the work's one of course. We’ve hired the community hall, been flat out at work lately with a big order and well…Tim and I thought it’d be a great idea to show our appreciation to all the guys for their hard work.” “Oh, I couldn’t possibly go, Dad. You two go and I’ll stay here with Sammy.” “Nonsense, you’re coming and that’s the end of it.”

Cass turned to look at her mother for help but she shrugged an apology and gave an embarrassed smile. Great, poor timing on your part Cass. The rest of the evening felt a little strained to Cass as her parents recounted their latest holiday to Egypt in detail. Although she heard what was being said Cass couldn’t help being distracted, worried even, about what the next day would bring.

Chapter Three Easter Sunday and the weather was glorious, unseasonably high for the time of year. Cass took Sammy for a morning walk before helping her mother with the dishes she’d volunteered to make for the barbecue, coleslaw, potato salad and a tuna pasta salad. Her father breezed through the house, whistling as he packed the car with the cutlery and tableware he’d hired for the occasion. Her father was in partnership with Tim and they ran a factory on the outskirts of town making car components. Most of the men in the village worked for them. Recently, Tim had managed to secure several new contracts with some high-powered names in the motor trade. Today was their way of repay the staff’s hard work. “He sounds happy.” “He is, love. He’s missed having his daughter around the place and he’s not the only one.” Cass pecked her mother on the cheek and squirted ketchup into the barbecue sauce she was concocting. She wondered if that was the real reason behind her father’s happiness though. He was a sly old fox when he wanted to be. Her father finished loading the car, then chivvied them along. “Come on, girls, time’s getting on. The others will be arriving soon, we should be there to greet them and you’re not even dressed yet.” Looking down at the jeans and t-shirt she was wearing she asked, “You’re expecting me to change?” “Of course! Go on you two; I’ll finish clearing up in here. Shoo.” Now she really was suspicious of her father’s motives, he never lent a hand in the kitchen.

The three of them arrived at the hall with only moments to spare before the first of the guests arrived. She heard an excited scream before her best friend, Cindy, pounced on her. “You little minx, I had no idea you would be here.”

They’d been friends from infant school, over twenty years now. “Didn’t know myself until a few days ago. It’s lovely to see you, sweetie.” She took in her friend’s companion. “And this must be your new man.”

Cass shook hands with the black haired hunk towering above her. “Denis, this is Cass.” “It’s good to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you,” the man who looked to be in his mid-twenties said. “All made-up, I assure you.” She laughed, but the smile dropped from her face when she heard a voice behind her say, “The

stories are probably true. Cass was a bit of a wild child when we were growing up.”

Spinning on her heel, Cass came face-to-face with Tim. Her heart thumped and her throat constricted. Thankfully, Cindy helped Cass out of the awkward situation. “Cass wasn’t wild, Tim, it was you who usually led her astray.” Cass smiled uncertainly, not sure why Tim would approach her when she had treated him so poorly. Then she realised, as an attractive, willowy blonde appeared and tucked her arm through Tim’s. He wanted her to see he was over her. The blonde cast her a disdainful look and the air took on a sudden chill, though maybe Cass was the only one to feel it. Before anyone could speak, another of Cass's friend’s came to greet her. John lifted her off her feet and spun her round. She’d always had a soft spot for the man they’d all nicknamed ‘Big John’ because of his size and frame. “You great oaf, put me down,” she squealed, embarrassed. “Aw, Cass, you used to love that when you were a kid.” “Yeah, when I was a kid. In case you hadn’t noticed, John, I’m a grown woman now.” Her old friend let out a slow whistle. “Hey darlin’, I noticed all right.”

His comment earned him a punch on the arm as the colour rose in her cheeks. Something made her turn to look at the girl latched possessively onto Tim and she almost laughed at the glare directed at her. Cindy pulled her away from the group. “I want you to meet my new boss.” When they were out of earshot, she said, “Thought you needed to get away from Tim and the bimbo.” Smiling, Cass said, “Mum and Dad told me she was a stunner. Not Tim’s usual type, is she?” Cindy tutted. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You always were modest. She’s a cow by the way. Likes to look down on people—men and women. Not exactly sure what Tim sees in her… well apart from the obvious that is.” They both chuckled as they approached Cindy’s boss. Cindy worked at a local accountancy firm, Dave, an accountant, was in his early thirties he was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, but still had an air of authority about him. His eyes lit up when he shook Cass's hand. “And where have you been hiding? Haven’t seen you round these parts before, Cass.”

He said when they were introduced. He shook her hand, his grip tight, the contact lasted too long for Cass’s comfort. His eyes bored into hers and she had to force back a shudder that was threatening to emerge. She forced a smile. “I’ve been working abroad with my boyfriend.” Dave’s expression darkened momentarily before Cindy spoke. “Yeah, but that’s all over with now, ain’t it?” Cass cringed. She could have strangled Cindy for her big mouth. She wasn't sure why but Dave gave her the creeps. He made the hair on the back of her neck prickle.

Cass felt very unnerved by the way Dave’s gaze was eating though her. So much so that the need to get away from him far outweighed her desire to catch up with her friend. Cass turned, anxious to move on. “Nice catching up again, Cindy. I’ll call you during the week. I better see if my parents need a hand with the food.” Pecking her open-mouthed friend on the cheek, she headed for the community hall. When she entered the expansive room that had numerous kiddie paintings decorating the white walls, she sensed someone watching her. Her eyes immediately found Tim’s across the room. He was talking to some of his staff just inside the main entrance. She found the expression on his face hard to read. Although he was smiling at the guy he was having a conversation with, his eyes creased up as they followed her across the room to where her parents were arranging the food. “There you are. Be a love and get the cutlery out of the car, would you, Cass?” her mother asked, flitting from one end of the laden table to the other, tidying and turning the plates as she went. “Sorry, Mum, I got sidetracked.” She made her way out to the car but before she got there she was waylaid by Dave, who grabbed her arm as he caught up with her. He spun her round to face him. “I thought we could go out for a drink together?”

Cass’s eyes dropped to his hand gripping the top of her arm. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but his fingers dug deeper into her flesh. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re hurting me!”

He laughed and said through clenched teeth, “I know your type, you like it rough now and then.” Alarmed at his tone and ever-increasing grip on her arm, Cass intentionally raised her voice. “Please let go of my arm.”

Ignoring her he tried to pull her closer. She could smell his musky aftershave and the rank odour made her want to gag. Cass noticed the buzz in the hall die down behind her. Tim appeared and placed himself between them, his proximity a threatening presence. He wasn't the saviour Cass was expecting, but she was grateful, just the same. “You heard the lady, let go.” Dave turned to face Tim, his grip intensifying on her arm so much she feared he would draw blood. “You gonna make me?” Dave sneered. “You’ve got two seconds before I deck you. Now, let her go.” Dave looked around him as if realising for the first time that he was causing a scene. His hand dropped and he reluctantly walked away but as he passed, out of the corner of his mouth, he muttered, “I’m not finished with you, lady.”

Shaken by the encounter, Cass stumbled outside to get some fresh air. She knew she should thank Tim for intervening, but it would have to wait until her knees could stop shaking. Who the hell did Dave think he was? The hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention again as she sensed someone approaching. Balling her fists, she twisted around, her arm raised to defend herself

against another attack from Dave. A strong palm gripped her hand. “A thank you would be preferable to a thump in the face.” It was Tim. Cass lowered her hand and Tim instantly released her. She looked away, embarrassed. “Thanks,” she mumbled, reluctantly. Tim’s voice turned icy. “What are you doing here, anyway? Haven't you caused enough trouble for one lifetime?” She looked at him, confused. “Tim, I don't want any aggro.” His eyes flashed with anger and his voice took on a dangerous edge. “Isn't that why you've come back? Suzie and I are happy and there’s nothing you can do to change it.” She shook her head. “I know, Dad told me. Believe me, I've only come back to visit my family.” “Your father didn’t tell me you were coming back.” “He didn’t know. I didn’t know until the last minute. What’s this all about?” She folded her arms in front of her to hide the fact that they were shaking, trembling. Why was that? Because he was near or was her anger mounting, waging a war against his accusatory tone? “How dare you! After all this time, how dare you step back into my life. Didn’t you destroy it enough the first time around?” His voice rose and his eyes widened as he took a step toward her. Cass struggled to find the appropriate words to placate him. But she didn’t have time to respond anyway before a further tirade came at her. “A farewell message on my answerphone, was that all our eight years together stood for? You killed me, Cass, or almost did. Two long years it took to get over you leaving me and the minute I find someone new, you turn up to make trouble.” Infuriated, she placed her hands on her hips. “Let me get one thing straight, Tim. I’m here to have a holiday with my parents, end of. I’m sincerely glad that you’ve found someone special to share your life with, Suzie looks like she's a lovely person,” she lied. “And I apologise for the thousandth time for hurting you. I was young and answered the call to see what else the world had to offer. I repeat, I’m here to spend time with my family. Bovey is my home; I shouldn’t have to give up my right to return home just to save you from being hurt. We’ve both moved on in our lives, please don’t make me feel I can’t return to my birthplace whenever I feel like it.” She heard him swallow before he turned away from her. The fury seemed to have dissipated as quickly as it had arisen. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly and walked away from her, back towards the gathering. Wow, she hadn’t expected that. One minute he was having a go at a guy for being rough and

annoying her then in his next breath he did exactly the same thing. Only he had a right to. She watched him go, his shoulders slumped in what looked like defeat. What the hell have I done to him?

Chapter Four During the course of the afternoon Cass, chatted to every occupant of the village, or so it seemed. A local country and western band had been booked and the get together was in full swing. The band had even managed to get the crowd to join in with some line-dancing and everyone was having fun. After the dance, Cass went inside the hall to use the ladies room. When she came out of the stall, Suzie was standing by the sink waiting for her. Surprised, she asked, “Are you having a good time, Suzie?” “I would be if you hadn’t turned up,” she snarled back. Taken aback, Cass washed and dried her hands before she spoke again, “Like I told Tim earlier, I haven’t come back to cause you trouble.” “When?” “When what?” Cass sighed, beginning to get bored with the way people kept interrogating her. Anger clearly showing in her voice Suzie replied, “When did you see, Tim, I demand to know?” “Hey, lady, don’t take that tone with me. If you’ve got a problem with your boyfriend talking to me then I suggest you have it out with him, not me.” She waved a hand in front of Cass’s face. “See that? It’s an engagement ring, which makes him more than just a boyfriend.” Struggling to keep her temper in check Cass told her, “I’m happy for both of you, Suzie, what more can I say?” “You can tell me how long you’re intending to stay here!” “I think you’ll find that’s my business.” Then without even blinking, the blonde flew at her, screaming and yanking on her hair. “You, bitch, he’s mine, do you hear me? You’re not going to get your hands on him again, he’s mine.” Cass tried to restrain her by her arms but the woman’s strength didn’t match her petite size. She could feel clumps of hair being pulled out by the roots. Fearing she might end up bald she remembered a move she’d learnt on board ship in a judo class. Cass thrust her hip into her assailant’s midriff and pulled her by the arms. Suzie landed on the floor with a thump, but her hands still remained entwined in Cass’s hair. “Let go of me!”

Cass shouted just as the door burst open and someone entered the room. “What the hell … let go, the pair of you.” Both women looked up at Tim whose scowl was directed at Cass. She felt the pain on her roots lessen as Suzie let go of her hair. Straightening she met her former boyfriend’s glare full on. Opening her mouth to explain, she stopped when the woman on the floor started sobbing. “Darling, it’s all right, I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt you again.” “But —”

Cass stopped talking when the door opened again and her father joined them, his face looking like thunder. “What in God’s name is going on here?” her father asked looking from one to the other. “That’s exactly what I’d like to know, Jeff. Apparently, Cass thought it would be a good idea to attack my fiancée, I’d like to know why?” Tim crouched down and touched Suzie’s face, gently wiping away her tears.

She felt besieged by everyone’s willingness to make her the villain, when in truth, Suzie was the one who’d been lying in wait for her ready to lunge at a moment’s notice. Feeling she was in a no-win situation, Cass shrugged, stepped over her nemesis on the floor and left the room. “Stop right there, Cassandra.”

Turning, she smiled at her father but said nothing, probably from his point of view her smile only added to her non-existent guilt. “Dad?” “I think we need to have a chat outside.” Her father stormed past her and she fell into step behind him, feeling like a teenager again when she’d overstepped the mark.

Her father got in the back of his car and waited for Cass to join him. Before he could start lecturing her she said, “I didn’t do anything, Dad, Suzie confronted me.” “Really? I find that hard to believe, Cassandra. Suzie’s always seemed very pleasant to me.” Amazed that her father’s loyalty was with a stranger instead of her, Cass objected. “Are you doubting my word, Dad?” “Maybe you misunderstood what Suzie was saying to you.” “Dad! How could I misunderstand her coming at me with her talons showing and the venom in her words? The trouble is, you’ve only seen one side of her. The woman is unhinged in my opinion. She warned me off ‘her man’ I didn’t get the chance to tell her I wasn’t here to try to win Tim back before she flew at me with the speed of an Exocet missile. I didn’t touch her. Tim came in after I tried to shake her off me with a self-defence manoeuvre I’ve just learned. Lucky I had,” she added with a laugh. “Nothing about this is funny. I have to work with Tim, think about how embarrassing this is going to be for me.”

Cass held on to her temper as she stared through the windscreen ahead of her. The last

thing she wanted was to fallout with her father over such a trivial matter. “I’m sorry, Dad.” Grabbing the handle, she climbed out of the car. She heard her father’s door open and shut straight away. “Cassandra, don’t you dare walk away from me while I’m talking to you,” her father scolded. Tears moistened her eyes, turning to face him she said, “Dad, I’m a grown woman, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t treat me like a child. Enjoy yourselves. I’m obviously in the way. I’ll go back to the house. See you later.”

“Cassandra, wait.” She could hear the regret in her father’s voice but had no intention of going back to him. Pride prevented her. All the way home she kept asking herself if she’d done the right thing coming back. If she was quick, she could have her bags packed and be ready to leave for when her parents returned later that evening. Now you’re being foolish … why should you leave? Deep in thought, she missed the rev of a car's engine that pulled up alongside her. It wasn’t until the car door slammed that she came out of her contemplation. “This is your answer to everything, isn’t it, Cass?”

Her eyes closed momentarily as she braced herself for another barrage of words from her ex. Slowly, she turned to face him, a smile touching her lips. “Leave it, Tim. Go back to the party, you’ll be missed.” He took two steps closer and she resisted the urge to shrink back, standing her ground. “You’re so wrapped up in yourself that you have no idea the impact your actions have on others, do you?” “I have no intention of explaining my actions to you, Tim. And I can’t keep apologising for my past behaviour either.” “I don’t want your worthless apology, Cass. It’s your parents I feel sorry for.” Cass broke eye contact with him and looked down the empty road as she gathered her thoughts. She’d barely been home twenty-four hours and look at the upset she’d caused. Her heart felt heavy and tears of frustration spilled from her eyes. Angrily she wiped them away.

“Cass?” Tim asked concerned, his hand touched her arm. She tried to run, but he caught her and enfolded her in his arms. “Don’t, Tim, please leave me alone.” “Get in the car, I’ll take you home.”

Cass gave a heavy sigh. She knew she should refuse but found herself climbing into the passenger seat anyway. Silence filled the two minute journey. Her shaking hand unlocked the front door and Sammy came to greet them. It saddened Cass for a moment to see the way her dog approached Tim before her. She reprimanded herself for being irrational, Sammy had always regarded Tim as his Frisbee throwing friend. “I’ll make some coffee,” Tim said taking charge, he pointed at the door to the lounge and

nodded his head, “I’ll join you soon.”

He returned a couple of minutes later, setting the two mugs of coffee down on the table beside Cass's chair, he sat on the sofa opposite. “Do you want to talk about it?” Tim asked the look on his face much softer than it had been in the ladies’ room back at the community centre. “What's the point?” Cass said. “Why would you believe me over your fiancée? Tim said nothing, his face pensive. His sudden change of attitude to her was confusing. Did she really want to talk to him at all? Maybe if she could control her emotions and not make a fool of herself. Cass picked up her mug and stared into the rich brown liquid. “When’s the wedding?” she asked quietly. “What? Oh, I see…we haven’t decided yet. Enough of me, I want to know what happened back there, with that guy?” “He’s Cindy’s boss, he just came on to me. Thanks for what you did; I could’ve handled it myself though.”

He gave a brief nod. “And what happened between you and the Italian Stallion?” Bitterness crept into his final words and Cass knew she had to be cautious how she proceeded. “It didn’t work out. I got bored,” she lied. Sammy sat in front of her and put his chin on her lap, she stroked his head and smiled down at him.

“It took long enough,” he mumbled under his breath. Cass ignored the comment and turned the conversation to his business. “Dad says the factory is doing well and that you’ve managed to sign some big contracts lately.” He grunted and shook his head, instead of the smile she expected to see light up his face a sadness filled it. “We had everything and you threw it away, why?”

Sammy lifted his head and his ears pricked up when the front door opened. Relief flooded her as her mother called out her name. “In here, Mum.” Surprisingly, Tim stood up and moved over to the door. “Meet me in the church car park at 7:00 pm tomorrow night,” he said in a hushed whisper. Cass didn’t have a chance to decline his invitation before her mother came into the room. She looked at Tim and gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all, Jill, I better get back to Suzie.” Cass winced when he mentioned his fiancée’s name.

Chapter Five Cass heard the phone ring at 9:30am the following morning; she was having a lie-in after going through the ordeal of telling her parents the truth about her break-up with Gino. Her mother entered her bedroom carrying the portable phone. “Telephone, darling.”

She frowned. “Who is it, Mum?” “It’s Cindy, love.” Cass let out a relieved breath. “Hi, you’re up and about early, what’s up?” “I wanted to ring up and apologise for what happened with Dave yesterday. I had no idea

he was like that, Cass, Tim told me what happened.” Sitting up, she rested her back against the padded headboard. “It’s not your fault he’s a prize jerk.” “Phew, that’s a relief, I’ve been feeling guilty, hardly slept a wink last night.” “Don’t be silly. What are you up to today, have you got the day off?” “That’s why I’m ringing, to see if you want to come out with the gang. We usually take a

trip to Brixham on Bank Holiday Mondays, you know, visit the fair, like we used to when we were kids. How about it?” Cass considered the idea for a moment. “I don’t know, I really should spend the day with Mum and Dad.” She looked up when the door opened again and her mother reappeared. “Nonsense, you go and enjoy yourself.”

She placed a hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and asked, “Were you listening in?” Shrugging innocently and smiling, her mother left the room and pulled the door closed behind her. “Okay, I’ll come. What time and where shall I meet you?”

Cindy screeched. “Yay! John’s driving, let me think…by the time he’s picked everyone else up, you’ll be the final pick-up, say eleven thirty?” “Okay, you’re on. That gives me a chance to get showered and take Sammy for his

walk.” They both hung up and Cass heard the floorboard creek outside her room, she smiled and called out. “I won’t be in for lunch, Mum.”

“I know, darling, I heard.” Her mother’s laughter didn’t die down until she reached the

kitchen. * * * * * A horn blasted outside the house at two minutes before eleven thirty. Cass pulled back the side door to the van and was shocked to find Tim sitting in the chair opposite. Damn, she’d forgotten to ask who else was going on the trip. Thinking back, Tim had usually been the one in the past to arrange such outings, she should’ve realised he would be there. Suzie however was missing. Thank God for that!

“Lovely to see you again, Cass,” John shouted from the driver’s seat. “Thanks for inviting me,” she called back, smiling at everyone else except Tim.

Their journey was anything but comfortable and by the time they reached their destination, Cass felt more saddle-sore than if she’d been strapped to the back of a rodeo horse. Despite feeling uneasy whenever Tim was within earshot, the day was full of laughter and reminiscing. They had lunch down by the harbour; she’d missed her battered cod and chips. Neither Italy nor the cruise liner’s fish and chips compared to their favourite restaurant in the heart of Brixham. “I fancy a Banana Split, you know the size of them, anyone want to share with me?” she

asked. “I will,” Tim said.

The rest of the group began tormenting, jeering and nudging him. It was just like old times, nearly. “I’ve got a surprise for you all after lunch,” Tim announced as he and Cass tucked into

the huge dessert. Tempting as it was to ask what he meant, she resisted. “Eat up,” he ordered. “I can’t eat anymore, I’m stuffed, you finish it.” Cass puffed out her cheeks and pushed

the plate across the table. “Probably just as well,” Tim said cryptically.

Five minutes later the group left the restaurant and followed Tim down to the quayside. “Come on, Tim. Spill?” John shouted from the rear. Patience had never been his strong

point when they were growing up. They walked along the wooden jetty and came to a halt in front of a large pleasure

cruiser. “Here she is. My new toy,” Tim swept his arm toward the boat. The Devon Belle was beautiful; her glistening newness sparkled in the sunlight, she’d obviously just come from the boat-builders. The three men in the group, Dan, John and Harry let out impressed whistles. Tim nudged her elbow and asked, “What do you think?” “As toys go, I’d say she’s pretty spectacular, must have set you back a pretty penny?” “She did, but she’s worth it. Men, hop aboard and help the ladies climb on, will you?

Girls can I ask you to take your heels off, for safety reasons of course.” Cindy, Kathy and Lynne slipped off their shoes but as Cass was only wearing trainers and jeans she didn’t see any reason to remove hers. She was the last to board the boat, Tim pulled her up, she stumbled over a rope and flew into his chest. “We must stop meeting like this,” he whispered in her ear.

Embarrassed, she pushed away from him and brushed herself down. Glancing round the group she saw several knowing smiles on their friend’s faces, her cheeks blushed a dark red. John shouted from the rear, “Get a room you two.” The group laughed and Tim started issuing everyone with orders ready to set sail. Cass tugged on Cindy’s arm as they walked to the stern of the boat. “Where’s Suzie?” Cindy’s nose creased up. “She came up with an excuse, something about a modelling job in London. She doesn’t really hang around with us much anyway. Which is fine by me.” “What sort of modelling job takes place on a holiday Monday? Not that I'm complaining

of course.” “Don’t know and don’t really care, can’t stand the bitch myself. Nice to see you and Tim

getting on well, though. I’d love to see you two get back together, we were so worried about him when you left. Between you and me, at one point I thought he was going to drink himself to death.” Cass gasped. She had no idea things he’s been affected as bad as that. All her parents had said was that he wasn’t coping well and that he’d thrown himself into his work to compensate. “But he didn’t. I can’t keep feeling bad about what happened. He pulled through it in

style I’d say, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yeah, business is booming as your dad can confirm, but I’m not so sure about his

relationship with Suzie. I think she’s a gold-digger myself.” “Oi, you two, less chat and more work, have you untied those ropes yet?” Tim shouted,

interrupting their conversation. “Not yet, Captain,” Cindy called back in her best Jack Sparrow voice. “Get on with it, or I’ll have you walking the plank.” “Ay, ay, Captain,” Cindy and Cass called back, laughing.

Untying the rope, getting ready to cast off, Cass went over Cindy’s words. She’d been so blinded with her infatuation for Gino she hadn’t given one ounce of thought to Tim’s feelings at all. How stupid she had been, if only she could turn back the clock… The boat eased its way out of the harbour and headed down the coast to Torquay, another of their old stomping grounds. With the sun warming their faces, life felt good and the camaraderie was as if they’d been transported back to their teenage years. Cass stood beside Tim as he expertly guided the boat through the still waters. “I’ve missed you, Cass.”

His confession came out of the blue and made her look around to see where the others were. Her legs felt weak. “I missed you too, I didn’t know how much until I saw you yesterday.” “So…What are we going to do about it?” he asked, glancing at her quickly before

looking ahead at the bay. “I don’t understand, Tim, you’re engaged to be married.” “Yes, there’s a ring on Suzie’s finger but I don’t love her.”

Flabbergasted, she asked, “What? Why haven’t you called it off then?” “Ssh, keep your voice down, I don’t want the others to know. She’s unstable. I knew the

reputation models had for needing to be the centre of attention all the time, but Suzie’s condition is extreme. I tried finishing with her once and…well she tried to slit her wrists.” “My God, I’m so sorry, Tim. Can’t you make her see a doctor?” Without realising it her

hand was now resting on his arm. He shook his head. “She refuses to see one, insists there’s nothing wrong with her. I’m at

my wit’s end with her, Cass.” They heard footsteps behind them, seconds later John had an arm around both of them. “We’ve all agreed that you two need a kick up the backside and they’ve volunteered me to do it. You’re so right for each other. Kick that bimbo out Tim and move Cass in with you.”

“Hey, big man, thanks for the advice but how about you get your own house in order first, huh? Kathy was complaining to me the other day about her wanting kids —” John raised his hands and backed away from them. “Hey, I was just saying —” One of the girls shouted at the back of the boat, “Look out, Tim.” Heading right at them was a speedboat with a man and woman aboard, who were whooping, shouting and laughing. Somehow, Tim just managed to veer the boat to the left before they collided. John raced to the side of the boat. “You bloody morons,” he shouted shaking his fist. Cass recognised the man as Cindy’s boss, Dave. “Crazy shit, what’s his game?” Tim said, bashing the wheel with the heel of his hand. She thought back to Dave’s final statement the day before, ‘I ain’t finished with you, lady’. What other futile tricks did he have up his sleeve? She tried to push the implications out of her mind, he couldn’t have even known she was on the boat, from the speed he was going. Normality restored, they finished the tour of the bay and returned to Brixham harbour a few hours later.

Cass was the first to be dropped off when they arrived back in Bovey. Tim jumped out of the vehicle first and helped her out. Pecking her on the cheek, he whispered, “Till tonight, you’re still going to meet me later, aren’t you?” Her gut feeling was to decline but she’d enjoyed the time with him and was intrigued to hear what he had to say. Nodding, she replied, “I’ll be there.” Then she raised her voice so the others could hear and said, “Thanks for the wonderful trip on your boat, Tim. See you all soon.” As the vehicle pulled away, she could hear the laughter and light-hearted banter going on inside and knew that Tim was being teased for kissing her goodbye. Her hand touched the cheek he’d kissed and she walked up the path wearing a big smile.

Chapter Six Cass enthusiastically recounted her exciting day to her parents. Both her mother and father wore knowing looks and smiled at her. “I’m meeting up with them later for a drink, is that all right?” “Of course it is, darling, what about dinner?” her mother said, rolling out pastry on the kitchen table. “I ate enough at lunchtime to feed a small army, Mum, don’t worry about me.” She eyed

the pastry. “Out of interest what was for dinner?” “I’m knocking up some pasties.” “Yum, my favourite, can I have mine tomorrow instead?”

Her mother laughed. “If your father doesn’t eat yours too, you know how much he loves my pastry.” Cass laughed, knowing how too much of her mother’s wonderful cooking had contributed to her father’s heart problems. “Is it all right if I grab a quick shower?” “No need to ask, love, there’s always hot water now we’ve got the new boiler.”

Once upstairs, Cass pulled out every outfit she owned from the wardrobe, undecided about what to wear. She held each dress in front of her, but threw them all down on the bed in despair. Finally, she searched through the heap again and decided to settle of the first dress she’d tried. It was pale blue, a fifties type dress she’d bought when the ship had docked in Madeira back in February. After her shower, she dried her mid-shoulder length hair, and plaited it, remembering how Tim used to love her hair that way. “You look beautiful, darling. Have fun,” her mother said, waving her off on the doorstep. Walking up the high street to meet Tim she felt like a teenager who’d arranged a secret assignation. Isn’t that what you’ve done though? she chided herself.

In a world of her own, she didn’t notice the MR2 pull up to the curb alongside her. “Going somewhere nice?” Dave called through the window, his eyes ran the length of her body and made her skin crawl. “Just meeting my friends,” Cass retorted off-handedly. She continued to walk down the

hill, her pace quickening. Her heart jumped into her mouth when she heard the car door slam shut behind her.

“Rude, little thing, aren’t you?” he called out.

She ignored his provoking comment and kept up her pace. She could see the church up ahead and was in two minds whether to start running or not when he gripped her arm and span her around to face him. She had a sense of déjà vu and looked down at his hand. “Do you mind?” Cass tried to keep her voice cool but it wasn't easy. “No. Do you?” he sneered. He started to pull her back to his vehicle. Fear took over and

Cass started screaming for help. “Shut up, you idiot. I’m not going to hurt you, just get in the car.” His eyes narrowed as if

daring her to disobey him. She thought back to her self-defence class but couldn’t think of a way to get out of his grip. If he’d come at her from behind she could’ve hoisted him over her shoulder, similar to the way she had dispensed of Suzie. Crap!

At the top of her lungs, she screamed for help again, hoping that someone would at least open their front door to see what the commotion was about, but no one did. By now, he had dragged her to his car like the caveman he was and was trying to shove Cass into the front seat of the convertible. A screech of tyres halted Dave’s attempted abduction. She craned her head around in time to see Tim leap from his Mercedes. “Get your hands off her,” he shouted, as he ran toward them. She was jerked backwards as Tim grabbed Dave from behind and disengaged his hands from Cass’s arm. She pulled herself away, then heard the unmistakable sound of fist crunching on bone. “Aagh! You broke my nose you, crazy shit.” Dave looked down at the blood pumping over his hand. “I’ll break every bone in your body next time if you don’t leave her alone,” Tim said with such venom that even Cass flinched. Dave pushed Cass towards Tim and hastily jumped behind the wheel of his car. They watched the weasel drive away before Tim asked if she was all right. Shocked, Cass nodded, small tears dripped onto her cheeks. Tim brushed his thumbs under her eyes then crushed her to him. “My God. I dread to think what would’ve happened, if I hadn't got here when I did.” “Oh, Tim, I’m so grateful to you.”

Placing her hands on his chest she looked deep into his eyes before their lips met.

Cass pulled away and covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m so sorry, that shouldn’t have happened.” “Come on get in, I think we need to have a chat.”

They drove in silence and a mixture of emotions stirred within her. Not recognising where she was going she said, “This isn’t the way to your house.” “I moved last year. Bought a rundown warehouse and had it renovated, thought your Dad

would’ve told you that.” “Maybe he did in one of his letters, my mind’s all over the place.”

Approaching the warehouse, Tim pressed a button on the remote control pad sitting on the dashboard and a garage door opened in front of them. They both got out of the car and Tim led the way through a door into the house. She hesitated and gazed around the room with her jaw open. “It’s amazing.”

Amused, Tim took her hand and pulled her further into the open space. “I’m glad you like it. The architect and I worked hard to pull this place together.” The room must have been a hundred feet square. It consisted of a lounge, kitchen, dining room and play area. The clever use of furniture had sectioned the room into the relevant zones. “What type of wood is that?” she asked, pointing at the kitchen. “American cherrywood, I had it specially imported, had to wait a couple of months for it

to arrive.” Her eyes rose upwards to the galleried landing above. “Four bedrooms, all en suite. I’ll show you round later. Would you like a coffee or

something stronger?” he asked. “Brandy, if you’ve got it.”

Tim smiled and headed into the play area where he disappeared behind a bar and came out holding two tumblers. He motioned with his head towards the huge white leather sofa. “Take a seat.” “Tim, this is incredible. How long did it take to renovate?”

Handing Cass a glass, he sat down on the sofa next to her. “All told it took about ten months to complete. I’d like to get the garden landscaped in

the summer, it’ll look cracking then.” After taking a sip of her brandy, she asked, “And what does Suzie think of it? Where is she by the way?” He fidgeted in his seat before replying, “There’s bits she likes and others that she hates. She set off for London this morning for a modelling job.” She frowned. “She’d have to be crazy not to love this place. What doesn’t she like about it?”

He laughed and looked over at the play area, kitted out with a full-size snooker table, an arcade racing console and several other hi-tech boys toys. “Guess!” They both laughed and Cass was surprised by how relaxed she felt in his company. The conversation turned to her work on the waves, but she consciously avoided telling him about Gino. She recounted the time she dyed a customer’s hair and it turned purple! Not ideal when the woman was onboard ship after a relaxing holiday. Everything was going well until his face turned serious and he mumbled, “So what happened with lover boy?” Cass sighed heavily. Hesitantly, while staring at the tropical fish tank inset into the wall opposite, she went through the painful events of the previous few months. She turned to him and watched the changing expressions on his face. After her story was over he moved closer and traced a finger down her cheek. Cass closed her eyes enjoying the warmth of his touch. Then she felt his lips brush hers, her heart pounded as his kiss deepened. A groan lodged in her throat when his arms encircled her, crushing her chest against his. The kiss ended, leaning back he whispered, “I loved you so much.” Her vision misted. “Oh, Tim, it was reciprocated, honestly it was.” His mood suddenly changed and he flew out of the chair and began pacing in front of her. “Then why?” “I can’t answer that, Tim, except to say I wanted more from life.” Her words struggled to

get past the lump in her throat. “Look around you, Cass, I was working all the hours God sent to achieve this for you, for us. I had no idea you were even unhappy, you could’ve told me.” “I was young – stupid. I was caught up in the excitement. I don’t know what else to say, except I’m sorry. Tim, what’s the point going over this?”

A frustrated hand ran through his short hair, he came to a halt in front of her. “I still love you and want you back. That’s the point.”

Cass gasped and murmured, “You don’t mean that. What about Suzie? No don’t answer… I have a job to return to —” “I’ll give you a job, your father and I will employ you at the factory.” “Tim —” “Cass?” She sighed again. “Tim, you’re engaged to be married, Suzie must mean something to you.”

“Not really. Everyone kept telling me to get over you but I couldn’t. Then one of the guys from work set me up on a blind date with her. Things … well, they escalated from there pretty quickly.” Cass didn’t know what to say and silence filled the room for the next few minutes. She glanced up in the large clock on the kitchen wall. It read just gone 10:15. Sitting next to her again, he took her hands and his. “At least say you’ll think about it?” “I will, no promises though.”

Trying to lighten the atmosphere that had developed, he asked, “Fancy a game of snooker?” Shocked, she replied, “I wouldn’t know where to begin.” He pulled her to her feet and they walked over to the snooker table. Tim taught her the rules in a few simple lessons. He was just about to pot the black ball to end the game when his mobile rang. “Aren’t you going to get that?” “Nope. Just concentrate on watching the master at work.” He laughed when the ball hit

the edge of the pocket and returned to the centre of the table. His mobile stopped but seconds later his house phone started ringing. It was a pet hate of Cass’s, she hated hearing the insistent sound of any phone ringing. Walking towards the phone she said, “I’ll get it.” “All right, all right, I forgot how much you hated that. Hello?”

Cass saw him frown. “Jill, calm down, Cass is here. I’ll put you on speaker.” Her mother’s panicked voice filled the room. “Cass is there, with you, but why?” “It doesn’t matter now, what’s wrong, Mum?”

“It’s your father, Cass. He said he had some business to finish at the factory…I told him

to leave it until after the holidays but … Oh, Cass, he’s just called me …” They heard her mother begin to sob. “The factory is on fire and he can’t get out.” “We’re on our way, Mum. Call the Fire Service. Don’t worry.” “Shit, I’ve been drinking,” Tim said after he’d hung up. He pounded his fist on the table

next to the phone. “I’ve only had the one, I’ll drive.”

She held out her hands for the keys. Within seconds they’d locked up the house and were on their way back into town.

Chapter Seven “Hey, easy with the gears, Cass.” “Sod your car, Tim, my Dad’s in danger.” “Take the next left, it’s a shortcut.”

A few miles out of town they could see the orange glow in the night sky. “Jesus,” Tim said, pointing ahead of him. Cass kept saying the same mantra over and over in her mind. Please, please let Dad be safe.

When they arrived at the scene, Tim threw the passenger door open and ran toward the factory before she could stop him. “Tim, no!” She watched him take his jacket off and place it over his head before he disappeared out of view round the side of the building. Clenching her hands together and squeezing her eyes shut she prayed for the first time in years. Please God, save them, don’t take them from me.

A shuffling noise to the left forced her eyes open. She saw a figure dressed in black running, the person got in a small hatchback before she could call out to them. The car was heading her way. Foolishly she stood in its path. Not understanding why someone would drive away from the scene rather than offer help, Cass pleaded with the driver to stop. “Stop… Please help us!”

The driver put their foot down, Cass jumped back, a reflection of the fire lit up the car as it whizzed by. Suzie! My God, she wouldn’t? The driver looked over her shoulder then back at the road, almost crashing into the fire engine as it came into the car park, its siren blaring. The car stalled, Cass ran to the vehicle and yanked the door open. Suzie glanced up at her with hatred in her eyes. “He’s mine … he loves me, not you.” “Get out, you bitch!” Cass dragged the woman out by the hair but two burly firemen

pulled her off Suzie before she could do her any serious damage. “They’re inside. Please help them.”

“Don’t worry, miss, it’s all in hand. How many are in the building?” “Two. My father and … the other owner Tim.”

A police car turned up, and a policeman walked up to them, taking over asking questions as the firemen unravelled their hoses and started attacking the flames with water. “What happened?” the young copper asked eyeing Cass and Suzie suspiciously. “Ask her,” Suzie shouted her eyes as wild as the raging fire. “What? She was here, when Tim and I got here …” “My Tim, she means.” Suzie waved her left hand in front of the copper’s face. “He’s my

fiancé and he was with HER!” Confused the copper looked from Suzie to Cass. “Her fiancé was with you, why?” “That’s personal, anyway that’s not the point, ask her why she was here when she told

everyone she’d be in London today,” Cass’s eyes screwed up and she watched the colour drain from Suzie’s face. The young officer reached for his belt and placed his hand on the cuffs hanging there. “Is that true?” “No … yes ... He’s mine and she was with him when he should’ve been with me,” Suzie

ground the words out through clenched teeth. “And you did this to get back at me, at Tim? Why you conniving little …”

Before she could grab Suzie the policeman slapped the cuffs on her wrist. “I’ll take it from here, miss.” He steered Suzie over to his vehicle and placed her in the back seat. Then returned to Cass. “Who’s inside?” “My father and Tim. Oh God, they’ve been in there ages and my father has a bad heart.” “Now don’t worry, miss, I’m sure they’ll —”

Cass pointed at the factory and started to run when she saw two figures come round the side of the building, but the policeman stopped her. “Best stay back, miss.”

More sirens and an ambulance and another fire engine arrived. Tim and Cass’s father staggered towards the ambulance, she watched as her father stumbled several times but Tim held him up.

They finally reached the waiting ambulance and collapsed on the step at the back. “Dad, thank God. He’s got a bad heart,” she told the paramedic as he placed the oxygen

mask over her father’s nose. Coughing her father said, “I’m okay, love, ring your mum, she’ll be frantic.” Cass searched Tim’s pocket and pulled out his mobile. “Mum, get a taxi to Torbay Hospital … yes, he’s fine, they’re both fine. I’m going with

them.” Hanging up she brushed the hair back from her father’s charred forehead while she squeezed Tim’s hand with her other hand. “One minute I was working in my office, the next I smelt smoke. The fire took hold so

quickly, my first thought was to ring your mother … by the time I’d finished I was stuck … I couldn’t touch the handle, knew the fire was bad … if I’d opened the door, I dread to think what would’ve happened.” “It’s all right, Dad, you're safe, that’s the main thing.” “We need to get him to the hospital now, miss, both of them, no telling what damage the

smoke has done. Do you want to come with us?” Tim nodded when Cass looked at him. “We can pick the car up another time. I’m sorry this happened, Jeff.” Her father waved a hand at Tim. “Not your fault, son. I just don’t know how it started.” “I have a rough idea,” Cass said, climbing into the back of the ambulance with the two

men.

Epilogue Six months later.

Everyone in the community had gathered at Tim’s house in the September sunshine, to celebrate Cass and Tim’s wedding. They had arranged for the local vicar to marry them in the newly landscaped garden. The reception was being held in the large marquee and a catering firm had put on a feast fit for royalty. Because Suzie had admitted setting fire to the factory, the insurance had refused to rebuild it. Tim and Cass's father had agreed it wasn’t worth starting up another factory of the same size and had decided to rent a smaller unit in the same industrial estate as their old one. Cass was two months pregnant now and Tim insisted she should be concentrating on making their house a home. She had told the cruise line she wasn't going to renew her contract the day her father was released from hospital.

In her statement, Suzie had told the police she couldn’t stand the thought of losing Tim. Now she was behind bars awaiting trial. Tim’s lawyer said that she would probably spend years in an institution rather than in prison. Either way, she wouldn’t be bothering them in the future. They’d be able to spend the rest of their lives happy in the knowledge she could never do either of them any harm again. The music started, Cass and her father walked arm in arm down the red-carpeted aisle towards the altar. She saw Tim turn and give her a smile that she would never forget. Leaving him seemed like a bad dream now. She knew where she was supposed to be, in her favourite place with her family and with Tim, the love of her life.

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