The Sweethearts Collection. Pam Jenoff

you always does the same things. A man like Fenton needs a wife who can entertain, put something tempting on the table.’

      ‘I have no intention of doing things just to please old Fenton,’ Colenso cried.

      ‘Listen here, maid. That’s exactly what you’re going to do. If you let this chance slip through your fingers I’ll …’ He rose to his feet and towered over her. As he began unbuckling his belt, Colenso fled up the stairs to her room.

      Cradling the serpentine heart to her chest, she threw herself down on her cover and stared at the grimy ceiling. Heedless of her father’s wiles and Fenton’s threats, it was Kitto she was going to wed. Her father’s moods were more changeable than the weather. As for her mamm, she’d always liked Kitto, and Colenso couldn’t believe she’d sided with her father.

      As for bettering themselves, whilst they didn’t live in the best of cottages and there was always more week than wage, they’d always got by. Of course, if her father didn’t frequent the hostelry so often, life would be easier. But to make her walk out with that Ferret Fenton, whose eyes never got higher than her chest, was despicable even by his standards.

      Shouting from below followed by thumping on the table woke her. As ever, it seemed her father and brother couldn’t be in the same room for long without coming to blows. Wearily she undressed and, tossing her clothes on the floor beside her, climbed under the cover. The weight of her necklace felt heavy but, as ever, something stopped her from removing it. If only she could remember exactly what Mammwynn had said when she’d given it to her.

      ‘Hey Col, you awake?’ Her eyes flew open to find Tomas lying on his bed beside her.

      ‘Must have dropped off,’ she murmured.

      ‘Before Mamm comes up, tell me what’s been going on.’

      Briefly she filled him in about Kitto’s proposal, Fenton accusing her of theft, then insisting she go for tea before inveigling his way into calling upon her next Sunday.

      ‘He’s horrid, Tomas,’ she shuddered. ‘I can’t believe Mamm’s encouraging him.’

      ‘You know Father’s temper. She’ll do anything to avoid riling him. It’s why William left. Not sure I can put up with much more meself.’

      ‘I’m scared, Tom. Please promise you won’t leave?’ He stared at her closely for a moment then nodded.

      ‘I’ll not leave yet, sis,’ he promised. ‘I’m surprised at Kitto letting you go to Fenton’s though.’

      ‘He doesn’t know.’

      ‘Why not?’ She could feel his sharp look peering through the darkness. ‘He’d look out for you, thinks the world of you, he does.’

      ‘I didn’t get the chance to tell him. Besides, I couldn’t risk upsetting Fenton. He threatened to call the constabulary in.’

      ‘But you’re innocent.’

      ‘I know, but they’d start probing and … well, Kitto turned some of my trinkets on his lathe.’

      ‘Jeez. What a mess. Still, I don’t like the idea of you walking out with that man, Col. He already has a bad reputation. Word has it he’s got the quarry owners on side, started up some sort of alliance. I don’t know all the details but I intend to find out. Whatever it is, it’ll be bad news for us at the works, you can be sure of that.’

      Hearing the scraping of chairs on the flagstones below, he jumped up and drew the dividing curtain.

      ‘Don’t worry, I’ll find out what’s going on, sis. Now, pretend to be asleep,’ he whispered as they heard their father’s tread on the stairs. He came to a halt outside their door and Colenso froze, but luckily he had other things on his mind.

      ‘Hurry up, Caja,’ he called. ‘A husband don’t like to be kept waiting for his rights.’

      As his raucous laugh bounced off the walls, Colenso hid her head under her pillow and desperately tried to get back to sleep.

Chapter 6

      Colenso was being chased by Fenton who was being chased by Kitto. Round and round the serpentine works they ran. Fenton, rapacious arms outstretched, was gaining on her by the second. ‘You’re mine, mine, mine,’ he was shouting. Unable to keep going any longer, she ran to the end of the jetty and jumped. As the cold water closed over her, she woke with a start and lay in the darkness, trembling and disorientated. She blinked, trying to dispel her dream but the images persisted and she knew she had to see Kitto. Quietly, so as not to wake her brother, she slipped on her clothes, then boots in hand crept out of the room. The snores and snorts emanating from her parents’ room told her they wouldn’t be rising any time soon and, tiptoeing down the stairs, she threw on her shawl and bonnet and slipped outside.

      Apart from a pearlescent loom to the east, the sky was black as soot. Not a soul stirred, although she knew it wouldn’t be long before the villagers rose to begin the new day. Determination lending urgency to her steps, she sped past the neighbouring cottages, their windows still shuttered and chimneys not yet smoking, over the wooden bridge that spanned the stream and on through the village. Then her ears pricked. She could hear footsteps running towards her. A shadowy figure emerged out of the darkness. Heart pounding like waves on the beach below, she swallowed hard.

      ‘Colenso?’ To her surprise, Kitto came slithering to a halt beside her. ‘What are you doing out at this hour?’ he asked.

      ‘What are you doing here?’ she asked at the same time. They laughed then stood gazing at each other, breath rising like steam in the early morning air, until he broke the silence.

      ‘I had to see you. Make sure you’re all right. I waited ages yesterday, and when you didn’t come I skirted round the back of your cottage so as not to bump into your father. He gave me a right old ear-bashing the other afternoon. Warned me not to visit again, or words to that effect,’ he shrugged. ‘Anyway, couldn’t see any sign of you, so I went home. Spent the afternoon patching up our leaking window. Where were you, anyhow?’ he asked, dark eyes staring into hers.

      ‘You won’t believe this,’ she muttered. ‘We had to go for afternoon tea at Mr Fenton’s house.’

      ‘You mean as in the works manager?’ he frowned. ‘But why? I mean your father’s not exactly on the same level, is he? Sorry if that sounds rude but …’ he shrugged.

      ‘It’s true,’ she agreed, jumping at the snap of shutters being pulled back. As candles began flickering in the cottage windows, she knew the men would soon be making their way to the works. ‘Fenton accused me of theft,’ she admitted.

      ‘What?’ Kitto gasped, staring at her as if she’d grown another head. A door opened behind them. ‘Come on, we can’t talk here,’ he muttered. Taking her arm, he led her towards the shelter of the adjoining stables. ‘Now, tell me what’s been going on,’ he demanded.

      Quickly she told him everything, from her meeting in Fenton’s office to the invitation to tea, although she was careful to keep the manager’s intentions to herself. Then she frowned.

      ‘Mamm promised to let your mother know I wouldn’t be able to meet you.’

      ‘Didn’t get any message. Mother would have passed it on if she had. I don’t like the sound of this at all, Cali. You’re my girl … I mean, you are, aren’t you?’ he asked, treacle eyes staring deeply into hers.

      ‘Of course I am,’ she cried. ‘I love you and can’t wait to be your wife, Kitto.’

      ‘Then as soon as I get to work, I’ll go to Fenton’s office and have it out with him.’

      ‘But he saw the things I made and knows some have been skilfully turned. If you do that he’ll put two and two together. Even if he doesn’t call in the constable, he’ll