Love Among the Treetops: A feel good holiday read for summer 2018. Catherine Ferguson

in Hart’s End. They’d been friends first, before he started to develop feelings for her, and he swore nothing physical had happened with Lucy. I believed him because Jason always told the truth. That was one of the things I loved about him – his total honesty and inability to tell a lie.

      Now, he looks up at me with a wistful smile. ‘You’re looking great, Twi. We should get together for a drink. For old times’ sake.’

      ‘You think?’ My tone is laden with cynicism because I really can’t see Lucy allowing that. Paloma reckons Jason is completely under her thumb and I can well believe it. Jason is sunny natured, the eternal optimist and, if he has a fault, it’s that he can sometimes be way too easy-going and forgiving for his own good. I can imagine Lucy taking full advantage of this.

      ‘With Lucy as well,’ Jason adds swiftly.

      I nod. ‘Of course.’

      We smile at each other, acknowledging that nothing to do with exes is ever that simple.

      ‘Oh, there you are!’ a bossy voice screeches. ‘We thought you were never coming, so we decided to walk.’

      I swing round. Lucy is tapping daintily along the pavement towards us, with Olivia in tow. (I’m guessing she’d gallop in her eagerness to stop Jason and I talking, if it weren’t for the skyscraper heels she’s wearing.)

      ‘Hi, love.’ Jason’s smile is a little sheepish. ‘I spotted Twilight and I couldn’t resist pulling up for a quick chat.’

      Lucy’s eyes sweep over me, like a cold front blowing in from a northerly direction. She leans down to speak to Jason. ‘Olivia’s coming back for a drink. To talk about the 10k. She’ll probably stay over.’ She opens the back door for Olivia to get in.

      Jason looks surprised. This is obviously the first he’s heard about it. But he says, ‘Yeah, fine. I’ve got an early start in the morning anyway, so I’ll leave you girls to it and grab an early night.’

      ‘The bin needs putting out,’ she snaps. ‘Please don’t forget to do it like you did last week.’

      He grins. ‘I won’t.’

      Hurrying round to the passenger side, she flicks her eyes over me. ‘If you want those trouser seams taking out, Twilight, give me a call and I’ll come round and collect them.’ I notice she doesn’t suggest I drop them off because, presumably, there would be a chance I’d bump into Jason again.

      ‘Oh, right, thanks.’ I have absolutely no intention of calling her for this or any other reason.

      ‘I think your trousers look perfectly fine as they are,’ says Jason, grinning at me, and I wonder if this is his small revenge for Lucy’s snippy comments about the bin.

      ‘There’ll be no nooky for him tonight,’ mutters Paloma as we watch them drive off, Lucy with a face like thunder.

       Chapter 7

      It’s three days since Lucy’s fashion show and all the buzz around the 10k charity run has had an effect on me. I have decided – albeit reluctantly – to get fit for the first time in my life.

      But I’m not as fearless as Paloma.

      She’s started running every evening, through the village and out along country lanes, but I’m not terribly keen on putting my wobbly bits on public show like that. So, I’ve decided to join the gym instead. I figure if I go prompt at seven in the morning, when it opens, there’ll be fewer people to observe me tackling the treadmill. (I’m thinking particularly of Theo Steel. I really do not want to bump into him in my baggy T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms.)

      Leaving the house, I give the milkman a cheery wave and head for the sports centre. Avoiding the main gate and taking a short cut through the bushes into the sports centre car park, I do a quick scan of the few cars parked there at this evil early hour. A pink Porsche, a clapped-out old Fiesta that looks as if it’s been abandoned and an ugly, shiny people carrier. In other words, none that screams ‘Theo Steel’.

       Phew!

      I whip off the dark glasses, which are probably a little over the top at seven in the morning, with the sun just a cheery promise lurking on the horizon. Then I change my mind and put them back on. At least they mask the puffiness from a very late night spent perfecting my scone selection.

      By the time I crashed out around three, I had five different varieties cooling on wire trays. The date scones are my personal favourite, although I know Paloma prefers the cherry and coconut. Throw in a savoury flavour – cheddar, parmesan and cracked black pepper – plus blueberry lemon cream, and classic sultana, and hopefully, there will be a scone to suit every customer’s taste.

      What prompted this morning’s early rise was Paloma knocking on my door last night, just before six. She was hoping to persuade me to join her on a jog around the village, but I despatched her speedily on her way, joking that I had far more enjoyable things to do with my time, such as cleaning the hard-to-reach bits behind the radiators and watching paint dry.

      But after she’d gone, I decided that if I was to take part in Lucy’s 10k with everyone else and not totally show myself up, I needed to do something about my lack of fitness because I suspected you needed a bit more than natural stamina to run all that way.

      Walking into the sports centre, I find reception deserted, except for a model-like girl leaning on the other side of the desk painting her nails. Dressed in a skimpy bright pink leotard, she’s wearing massive rollers that look more suited to flattening road surfaces than styling hair.

      ‘Hi, you’re an early bird.’ She beams at me. ‘I’m Lorena. I suppose you’re wanting to bag the anti-gravity treadmill before anyone else!’

      I give a nervous laugh. ‘Sounds like an instrument of torture if ever there was one.’

      ‘Have you tried it? No? Oh, it’s amazing. You can beat world records on it.’

      ‘Really?’

      She nods. ‘You run at eighty per cent of your body weight, so you’re much lighter and therefore you can run faster.’

      ‘Right. But isn’t that cheating?’

      Lorena bursts into peals of laughter at my witty jest (I actually wasn’t joking) and waves her hands in the air to dry her nails.

      I clear my throat. ‘I just want to join the gym and use an – er – ordinary treadmill if possible. Do you have ordinary treadmills here?’

      Another peal of laughter. ‘About a hundred and twenty.’ She looks at me kindly, as if I’m several dumb-bells short of a complete workout.

      ‘Oh. Great.’ I put my thumb up awkwardly. ‘Well, I just need the one.’ Honestly, I am so out of my depth here. I feel like this girl’s grandma even though we’re probably about the same age.

      I must get myself some new workout gear. My outfit today is circa turn of the century, from the one and only other time I joined a gym (although I wisely left the matching sweatband at home in the bag). I’m going to stand out like the complete novice that I am.

      I’m also terrified Theo Steel is going to walk in at any moment and think I’m stalking him …

      ‘I’ll book you in for a seduction,’ Lorena says.

      Confused, I whip round to the door. Is Theo here?

      Lorena runs a perfect nail down a column and looks up. ‘Induction at ten-fifteen with Gerry?’

      Ah! I breathe more easily. An induction.

      I actually just want to go home and forget this whole idea. But Lorena is already writing my name in the diary and handing me a membership form.

      I go home and fill