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Grateful that Jason wasn’t going to ask why Freya’s grandmother was asking why they’d broken up when it was supposed to be a secret.

“She had her foot amputated a couple of years ago. Her foot got crushed when some boulders came loose on one of her walks along the coast line. She didn’t have her phone with her and it was too late to save her foot. She has a prosthetic now, but she still gets frustrated she can’t walk as far or as fast as she used to.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, she must have had a long recovery time.”

“Yeah. My dad tries his best, doing the laundry and cooking but he gets barked at more than he’s thanked.”

“It sounds like it’s always been that way.”

“Yeah, probably. It’s a loving kind of bickering. If they didn’t bicker, I’d know something was really wrong.”

“What about Keith, he had a strange outburst?”

“Not sure about that. He put himself firmly as messenger, I don’t know why he’s in a strop about it.”

“Are we going to talk about eleven years ago?”

“Not today.”

“So, Monday, will you still meet me for a drink? There’s a Rum Distillery on the island. It wasn’t here the last time I was home. I thought I’d check it out.”

“It hasn’t been open long. At the start of the summer. You cannot get me drunk on a weekday night, Jason Turner.”

“Okay, promise,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.

One arm around her back, shifting her flush to his side and the other in my hair, keeping her in place. His mouth came over hers, tongue seeking entrance. When she let him in, she tried to take over because he smelled and tasted too good, so familiar. He let her for a few minutes and then he took control back and dragged her onto his lap. Heidi curled her knees up until her feet were on the bench seat and she was cuddled close as he kissed her for minutes on end. Deep slow slides of his tongue. Firm hold on her body and measured pressure to send her into a dizzy spell that had nothing to do with being hit over the head.

She pulled back and pressed her fingers to her lips turning shy from being kissed by her old boyfriend who dumped her without a reason.

“I do and I don’t want to talk about eleven years ago,” she said.

“I do want to talk about it. I really want to talk it through.”

“I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” she said and shifted off his lap and his apparent excitement.

“I’d like that, sweetheart.”

“I should go in, I’m amazed we haven’t been heckled by kids yet.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven, eat before as I don’t want you drunk and trying to jump my bones.”

Heidi let out a laugh and stumbled from the buggy. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew she wanted to jump his bones.

He tossed her the keys and walked away. When she turned the corner, Freya was leaning against her door jamb inspecting her nails. “Do not fuck up this reunion. I want to eat roast potatoes again. And let me tell you something else, I am not into any of the Turner boys but by god they have aged so fine.”

“How’s Luke?” Heidi asked.

“Hating school, I got a letter yesterday.”

She acted like she didn’t know what Heidi was implying but her blush told me all she wanted to know.

Not into any of the Turner Boys, sure.

Chapter Eleven

Jason

Jason was hunched over his laptop checking and rechecking what he was looking at.

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