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CHAPTER TWO
FOR A WHILE Tavy stayed where she was, waiting until she could be totally sure he had gone. Then, and only then, she swam to the bank and climbed out, her legs shaking under her.
She would normally have dried off in the sun, but this time she dragged her clothes on over her clammy skin, wincing at the discomfort, but desperate to get away. Cursing herself inwardly for the impulse which had brought her here. Knowing that this special place had been ruined for her for ever, and that she would never come back.
And she didn’t feel remotely refreshed. Instead, she felt horribly disturbed, her heart going like a trip-hammer. And dirty. Also sick.
See you around...
That was the second time someone had said that to her today, and her silent response had been the same to each of them—‘Not if I see you first.’
Well, she probably couldn’t avoid Fiona Culham altogether, but, after this recent encounter, she could let the police know that there were undesirables in the neighbourhood.
And gentle teasing be damned, she thought, pulling on her T-shirt and sliding her damp feet into their shabby canvas shoes. Remembering the wide shoulders and the muscularity of his arms and chest, she knew she could have been in real danger. Because if he’d made a move on her, there was no guarantee she’d have been strong enough to fight him off.
Trying to make her wet hair less noticeable, she dragged it back from her face and plaited it into a thick braid, fingers all thumbs, securing it with one of the elastic bands that had been round the newsletters.
Now she felt more or less ready to face the outside world again. And some, but not all, of the people in it.
When she got back to the gate, she was almost surprised to find her bicycle where she’d left it. Dad had always dismissed the old saying about bad things happening in threes as a silly superstition, but it occurred often enough to make her wonder. Only not this time, it seemed, she thought with a sigh of relief, as she cycled off, determined to put as much distance as she could between herself and Ladysmere Manor with as much speed as possible.
When she got back to the Vicarage, she found her father in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a pot of tea and the crossword, plus the substantial remains of a rich golden-brown cake.
She said lightly, ‘Hi, darling. That looks good.’
‘Ginger cake,’ said Mr Denison cheerfully. ‘I had some at the WI anniversary tea the other week and said how delicious it was, so the President, Mrs Harris baked another and brought it round.’
‘You,’ Tavy said severely, ‘are spoiled rotten. I suppose they’ve guessed that my baking sets like concrete in the bottom of the tin?’
His smile was teasing. ‘One Victoria sponge that had to be prised loose. Since then—straight As.’
‘Flatterer,’ said Tavy. She paused. ‘Dad, have you heard if the travellers have come back?’
‘It’s not been mentioned,’ he said with faint surprise. ‘I confess I’d hoped they were safely settled on that site at Lower Kynton.’
You can say that again, thought Tavy, her mind invaded by an unwanted image of a dark face and tawny eyes beneath straight black brows gleaming with amusement and something infinitely more disturbing.
She banished it. Drew a steadying breath. ‘How’s the sermon going?’
‘All done. But if the caravans have returned, perhaps I should write an alternative on brotherly love, just to be on the safe side.’
He turned to look at her, frowning slightly. ‘You look a little pale.’
But at least he didn’t mention her wet hair...
She shrugged. ‘Too much sun, maybe. I must start wearing a hat.’
‘Go and sit down,’ he directed. ‘And I’ll make fresh tea.’
‘That would be lovely.’ She added demurely, ‘And a slice of ginger cake, if you can possibly spare it.’
* * *
She arrived at work early the following morning, aware that she hadn’t slept too well, for which she blamed the heat.
But she’d awoken feeling rather more relaxed about the incidents of the previous day, apart, of course, from the encounter at the lake. Nothing could reconcile her to that.
She’d even found she was glancing at herself in the mirror as she prepared for bed, imagining that she’d somehow had the chutzpah to walk naked out of the water and reclaim her clothes, treating him contemptuously as if he’d ceased to exist.
