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Becky looked hurt. “Ditsy! You know that’s not it at all.”
“Okay, you want to turn the Coliseum into a casino,” Ditsy amended.
Mia felt a chill start at her fingertips and begin working its way through her veins and into her heart. “But the Coliseum is part of the town. Part of what makes us...Aberarian.” It was her home, she wanted to say. When everything was so awful after her dad left, Walt would let her sneak into the cinema and stay there all day if she wanted to. The Coliseum was part of her.
“The owner seems quite keen to sell,” Tony said. “Apparently there’s not much money in antique cinemas these days. And the council’s desperate to get rid of the other empty buildings along that street. Should give us a nice slice of real estate.”
She’d shown him round, Mia realized, her anger rising. She’d actually shown Tony the bloody cinema and let him mock it.
“Sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier,” he said with a smile. “Only I promised Becky I’d let her do the talking on this one, to start with.”
“Obviously we need to discuss it some more,” Becky went on, “and there’s a meeting planned to fill the town in on what’s going on. But I’m sure you can see, Mia, how we could all benefit from attracting more tourists to Aberarian.”
The most damnable part of it was she was right, to a point. Aberarian needed more tourists to provide more business. But a casino... That would change Aberarian quite fundamentally. It wouldn’t be the town Mia loved anymore.
“I really do believe it will be good for the town,” Becky said with irritating earnestness.
Personally, Mia believed the best thing for the town would be for Becky to leave it. Why hadn’t Walt told her things were so bad?
“You have to admit, Mia,” Tony said, leaning across to touch her hand. This time, the rising of her heartbeat was because she was resisting the urge to punch him in his smiling face. “From what you showed me this morning, Aberarian does need help.”
“I didn’t know you wanted me to give you a tour of things you could tear down,” she said, pulling her hand away. She could see Becky giving Ditsy a knowing look across the table, and she wondered what part she’d played in their discussion even before she arrived at StarFish. “Why are we getting a sneak preview of the plans, anyway?”
Tony sat back. “Well, it’s always nice to have people on our side, going into town meetings.”
I will never be on your side. Any side with Becky on it was a bad thing to start with. And a side that wanted to tear down her cinema and turn her town into a mini Las Vegas? That was one she was going to have to fight. One way or another.
“But I invited you to lunch,” Tony said, his voice brighter and louder. “Charlie, do you have some sort of tasting platter? I’d hate to make myself a liar so early in our friendship.”
Charlie nodded and got to his feet, but when Mia looked up, his eyes were on her. She gave him a small smile, and he said, “I’m sure I can come up with something,” and disappeared into the kitchen.
“So, Ditsy.” Tony’s charming smile was in full evidence again. “You’ve lived here all your life, Becky tells me. Why don’t you tell me about how it used to be?” Which was a sure fire way to set Ditsy talking for days.
Mia tuned out until the kitchen doors opened and Charlie came out, laden with several platters of food, which he proceeded to place in the center of their table. Mia tried to catch his eye again, hoping now the others were distracted by food they might be able to slope off and discuss the situation in private–not just the Coliseum, but how he was coping with having his ex in town, and whether he’d put anything dangerous in her food.
But Becky had him cornered, making him describe each of the antipasti dishes he’d provided. Mia wondered if this was the food she was supposed to have been taste-testing later. Wondered if Charlie might now have better things to do with his Saturday night.
With the others gushing about the food, Ditsy leaned over to Mia and asked in a whisper, “Have you opened your damn letter yet? Only I had Heather Jenkins in the shop the moment you left, asking, and with Reverend Davies right behind her. And don’t think for a moment they’ll be the last.”
“The letter from Mia’s father?” Becky broke in, apparently paying more attention than they’d thought. Her voice oozed false sympathy. “I heard you talking about that. Poor you, Mia.” She reached out and put a hand across Mia’s, and Mia almost expected the skin to sizzle. “It must be so hard. I assume he’s never been back to Aberarian since he left? I mean, how could he?”
Mia reached out to help herself to a chili-stuffed olive. “No,” she said keeping a tight rein on her anger. “He’s not been home.”
Becky shook her head and turned to whisper to Tony in a perfectly audible manner. “It was such a scandal. The whole town spoke of nothing else for months, did they, Ditsy?”
Ditsy winced and stuffed her mouth with bread. Even Tony was looking slightly awkward.
“Well, I’m sure Mia doesn’t want to rehash old history,” he said in a cheerful tone. “These herrings are really rather good,” he added, but Mia could tell Charlie wasn’t listening. He was focused entirely on Becky.
“Oh, Mia doesn’t mind, do you Mia?” Becky laughed. “After all, it’s been fourteen years now. And it’s certainly not anything she hasn’t heard before!”
“Becky.” Charlie’s voice was sharp as he broke in. “Stop it.”
Mia felt a warmth in her bones, watching Becky’s face turn hard just for a moment. Then she smiled again, the same, sweet, false smile Mia still sometimes had nightmares about. “Of course. Now, Charlie, why don’t we let these people get on with their day while you show me around the kitchen? I have missed this place so.” She was already on her feet by the time she finished talking.
Charlie looked faintly horrified at the prospect, but he followed her all the same. Mia gave him a sympathetic look as he passed. It didn’t seem to help much.
* * * *
Becky pushed her way through the kitchen doors, auburn hair floating behind her, and Charlie followed in a trail of her familiar perfume, wondering why, every time he thought his life was settled, Becky Thrower showed up and mixed him up again. He was up to three times now, and starting to have the most horrible feeling this might be the time to break him.
The first time, he’d been young and stupid, and she’d been young and beautiful. They’d moved in together within three months, even though Charlie still didn’t know what she’d seen in him.
The second time, he’d thought it was over for good when she ran out of the restaurant after he proposed. She’d been staying with her mother for a fortnight when she’d shown up and declared they should get married, move to Aberarian and start a seafood restaurant together. And her enthusiasm, her energy, had bowled him over again.
And now, eighteen months after she’d walked out on their dream life, leaving nothing but a note saying she just wasn’t ready, she was back again, wearing a classic grey suit and bright red high heels, looking every inch the professional woman come to talk business. Or stomp on his heart. It was hard to tell with Becky.
“So,” he said, letting the door swing shut behind him. “You remember the kitchen.”
Becky stood next the preparation space, much closer to the kitchen knives than he was really comfortable with, and leaned against his beautiful stainless steel counters. “Okay, let’s get straight to it. Where are the customers, Charlie?”
“It’s halfway between lunch and dinner, Bex.” Charlie was instantly annoyed with himself for using the nickname, but more irritated by her questions. “Not the most popular time for dining.” Of course, it hadn’t been so late when she’d come in, but if Charlie was very lucky she wouldn’t remember that.
“Perhaps. But your reservations book looks pretty empty too.”
“You shouldn’t be looking at that.” And why would you care? he wanted to ask. But mostly, he wanted her to leave him alone to figure out if he was angrier she’
d left or that she’d returned. And what it was she wanted from him now.
“Look.” Becky leaned toward him, one hand open and reaching for him. “I’m honestly trying to help here. A casino would bring in a lot of business to this town. A lot of people looking for somewhere to take their wives out for a celebratory dinner after they beat the house. More tourists, more holiday-makers...”
“Yeah. Give us more cottages turned into holiday homes left empty nine months of the year? How’s that going to help those of us who want to live here, and maybe take in a movie now and then?”
Becky slammed a hand against the worktop. “Well what do you suggest then? More locals who can’t afford to eat here? Who’ll go to the Tesco in Coed-y-Capel instead?”
Charlie yanked the fridge door open. He needed to cook something. “I’m not saying we don’t need tourists. I just think we need something for locals too. You can’t run roughshod over the community and expect any grand plans to work. You need to work with them.”
“Of course we do,” Becky said, placing a soothing hand on his arm. “Which is why I need your help. After all, you’ve rather become part of the community while I’ve been gone, haven’t you.”
Charlie shrugged. “Not really.” He went to the pub every now and again with Joe, and hung out with Mia, but beyond that? He wasn’t even sure anyone else in town knew his full name. Aberarian was Becky’s hometown. She was supposed to be the restaurant’s link to the community. He was just the chef.
“So you’ll help, won’t you?” Becky said, ignoring him completely. “That’s wonderful. I know we need to talk about us too, and I want to, really. But let’s save us for later.” She looked pointedly at the kitchen doors. Magda was hovering in the doorway, eavesdropping again. He wondered how long she’d been there. “When we’ve a little more privacy.”
