One Day in May
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Hattie Carrington has good reason to be happy. Her antiques business is flourishing, her teenage son is settled at school and she's enjoying a fling with a sexy, younger man. But when work takes her back to the village of Little Crandon, heartbreaking memories of her first love surface. It seems that the secret affair with married politician Dominic Forbes, which changed the course of her life, just won't go away.
So when Hattie's bumps into Dominic's widow and his gorgeous younger brother, Hal, her world is turned upside down. Though she's still trying to hide from her mistakes, she knows that if she's ever to fall in love again she needs to be honest with others, and herself.
Can she admit what really happened with Dominic all those years ago? And, if so, is she ready for the consequences?
longing she spoke of, it would have been years ago, and would have taken human shape. In the form of Dominic. Laura could have any man she wanted: she only had to walk in a room and smile, so I supposed it was natural her lusts were more worldly. Dominic I could never have because he was married, and then he’d died, so that had been that. Even now, though, if anyone mentioned his name, I caught my breath. Felt trembly. Or if I thought about him, I had to sit down: stop whatever I was doing. Years
pool table in, a wraparound sound system, big screen across one wall. All the cool toys his friends had and we didn’t. He’d be up there with Hal, in the evenings. Did Hal play pool? I wasn’t sure, but the next clip of film in my head featured a broad back in a checked shirt leaning over a pool table in a pub in Fulham, where I’d seen someone else play, a brown forearm stretching down a cue, a throaty laugh ringing out as, with freakish good luck, he pocketed the black. Breathe, Hattie, breathe.
doors he ducks so assiduously, and just walk straight into one – boof. How horrible is that, Hatts?’ She turned despairing eyes. ‘Well, as long as you’re not actually fiddling with the brakes on the motorized buggy, or removing those tassels Lionel hangs from the door frame to remind him to duck—’ ‘No. Never!’ She clutched her handbag on her lap. ‘Then thinking is very different from doing. And your guilty secrets are safe with me.’ That had been a few months ago. And then spookily, days
Crandon. It affected me like a few thousand volts. I stepped back from the window. It was The Pink House, where Dominic and Letty had lived, but I knew it would only be Letty doing the pulling now. On her own, like me. 11 Dominic was killed in a terrorist attack in London in the summer of ’95, two years after I’d left the House of Commons, one year after I’d come back from Croatia. I say an attack, but they hadn’t actually been targeting him per se as an MP, not like the Brighton
in a dubious area of west London, which none the less boasted a pool in its back garden, and was crowded with similarly desperate souls. It’s worth mentioning I haven’t been to a pool for about thirty years, and the only time I trouble the water is in the Mediterranean, with temperatures nudging ninety, and even then only in sunglasses and a hat. Ivan’s brow puckered. He looked confused. He also looked like a little boy who needed distracting. In a trice I’d slipped onto his lap at the computer