Christmas at the Little Clock House on the Green. Eve Devon

Jake stated emphatically. ‘Look at it this way, most people around here are already going to have that date blocked out anyway, so you’ll probably get more people to come.’

      ‘But not you?’ Juliet asked, her tone sad as if she immediately understood what Jake had been trying to say.

      ‘No. I’m sorry, not me,’ Jake confirmed. ‘I won’t be in Whispers Wood at all over Christmas—’

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘—and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t make a big thing about it,’ he asked, looking from Kate to Juliet.

      ‘No. Fair enough,’ Juliet said.

      Emma watched as Kate touched Jake’s arm briefly and said, her voice quiet and gentle, ‘If anyone gets what it feels like to want to disappear for a while …’

      Emma saw the flash of pain before Jake blinked it away and replied, ‘Thank you. I knew you’d get it.’

      Get what? Why did he need to get away?

      Darn it, she had absolutely no reason to feel disappointed that he wouldn’t be around for Christmas. It wasn’t like she’d be here on the actual day, anyway. Not if her Dad did what she was pretty sure he would do and invited her to spend the day with him and his wife and children.

      Jake was just disappearing through the doors when she realised he’d left his jacket on the back of the chair.

      Gathering it up, she called out, ‘Hey, Sir Knightley.’

      She watched him pause at the doorway, stiffen slightly, and then turn around.

      Wow, he really wanted to leave, didn’t he?

      ‘Your jacket,’ she said and performed a little curtsey. She’d meant to make him smile but felt silly when he strode back to her and took it without looking at her.

      A tinkling sound could be heard as something fell onto the floor between them.

      ‘Oops, I think something’s fallen out of your pocket.’ Automatically she bent down to pick up the sparkly bead of glass. Holding it out in her palm she watched Jake frown down at it.

      ‘That’s definitely not mine. It must be from the—’ he broke off and glanced up at the chandelier.

      There was an audible gasp as Kate and Juliet glanced from the chandelier to the droplet of glass and then to Jake and Emma.

      ‘It’s like a sign,’ Kate exclaimed and then shut her mouth quickly and after a strange look at Juliet carried on an entirely non-verbal conversation with her cousin.

      With more head-turning than a tango on the Strictly final, Emma asked, ‘What’s a sign?’

      ‘Forget it. It couldn’t be less of a sign,’ Jake bit out, his expression murderous as he snatched the glass out of Emma’s hand and handed it to Kate. ‘It’s a bit of glass that fell off the chandelier because it was loose.’

      ‘Um, what he said,’ Kate mumbled, taking the glass droplet and holding it to her chest. ‘I’ll reattach it safely.’

      ‘Could have had someone’s eye out,’ Jake muttered, putting his plans on the floor so that he could shrug into his jacket. ‘I’ll be back later with the revised quote.’

      In silence four pairs of eyes watched him bend down to pick up his plans, turn on his heel and walk towards the doors but before he disappeared completely from sight, Juliet dragged in a breath and called out, ‘Hey, Jake?’ He paused and didn’t turn around. ‘Stop by the salon after you drop the quote off. I’ll give you a couple of different choices to the man-bun.’

      ‘Appreciate it,’ he murmured and walked off.

      ‘What the hell was that all about?’ Emma said as soon as she heard his footsteps crunching on the gravel outside.

      ‘I felt bad for him,’ Juliet said.

      ‘I think she meant about the chandelier,’ Daniel said, grinning as he started loading up the tray with empties. ‘Could you two have been more obvious?’

      ‘About what?’ Kate asked, doing a really bad impression of appearing mystified.

      ‘What do you mean, “about what”?’ Emma asked. ‘A bit of the chandelier drops off and suddenly Jake’s setting his engines to warp and scarpering.’

      ‘Oh that. That was nothing. A bit of village folklore fun that is in no way serious.’

      ‘You two are the worst actresses in the world.’ Emma eye-balled the both of them until Kate gave in.

      ‘Okay, okay. It’s just that Jake is a bit sensitive at the moment.’

      ‘About folklore?’

      ‘About the chandelier,’ Juliet said.

      Emma looked up at the light radiating sparkly warmth over the room and then looked at Kate.

      ‘And about other stuff,’ Kate supplied.

      She wanted so, so badly to ask what the other stuff was, but she didn’t.

      Kate and Juliet were obviously trying to protect Jake and from a couple of conversations and some observation, Jake was a proud and private man and, if that flash of pain was anything to go by, definitely feeling humiliated about something.

      She realised she didn’t have the right to know.

      She was the newcomer and needed to earn that right.

      Double darn.

      It was going to burn her up inside not being able to ask questions about him without coming across as being ‘interested’.

      Which she wasn’t.

      In the slightest.