An A To Z Of Love. Sophie Pembroke

pulled up an extra chair beside her. Mia wondered how a round table could have a head because, despite the seeming geometrical impossibility, Becky was most definitely sitting at it. ‘The council have already agreed in principle, and we all think it could save Aberarian!’

      ‘Have you, now.’ Mia gave Charlie a significant look and he scurried off behind the bar to return with a very large glass of chilled white wine. Which enabled Mia to feel more kindly towards him when he pulled another seat up to the table. ‘So, this plan. Ditsy and Charlie are both already on board with it, are they?’

      ‘Becky and I were just discussing it now,’ Ditsy broke in, before Becky replied. ‘I still have some… questions.’ And for questions, read reservations, Mia thought, Ditsy’s previous attempts at communication becoming clearer. ‘Basically, Becky and Tony want to turn Aberarian into a gambler’s paradise.’

      Becky looked hurt. ‘Ditsy! You know that’s not it at all.’

      ‘Okay, you want to turn the Coliseum into a casino,’ Ditsy amended.

      Mia felt a chill start at her fingertips and begin working its way through her veins and into her heart. ‘But the Coliseum is part of the town. Part of what makes us… Aberarian.’ It was her home, she wanted to say. When everything was so awful after her dad left, Walt would let her sneak into the cinema and stay there all day if she wanted to. The Coliseum was part of her.

      ‘The owner seems quite keen to sell,’ Tony said. ‘Apparently there’s not much money in antique cinemas these days. And the council’s desperate to get rid of the other empty buildings along that street. Should give us a nice slice of real estate.’

      She’d shown him round, Mia realised, her anger rising. She’d actually shown Tony the bloody cinema and let him mock it.

      ‘Sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier,’ he said with a smile. ‘Only I promised Becky I’d let her do the talking on this one, to start with.’

      ‘Obviously we need to discuss it some more,’ Becky went on, ‘and there’s a meeting planned to fill the town in on what’s going on. But I’m sure you can see, Mia, how we could all benefit from attracting more tourists to Aberarian.’

      The most damnable part of it was she was right, to a point. Aberarian needed more tourists to provide more business. But a casino… That would change Aberarian quite fundamentally. It wouldn’t be the town Mia loved any more.

      ‘I really do believe it will be good for the town,’ Becky said with irritating earnestness.

      Personally, Mia believed the best thing for the town – and for her, and for Charlie – would be for Becky to leave forever. Why hadn’t Walt told her things were so bad?

      ‘You have to admit, Mia,’ Tony said, leaning across to touch her hand. This time, the rising of her heartbeat was because she was resisting the urge to punch him in his smiling face. ‘From what you showed me this morning, Aberarian does need help.’

      ‘I didn’t know you wanted me to give you a tour of things you could tear down,’ she said, pulling her hand away. She could see Becky giving Ditsy a knowing look across the table, and she wondered what part she’d played in their discussion even before she arrived at StarFish. ‘Why are we getting a sneak preview of the plans, anyway?’

      Tony sat back. ‘Well, it’s always nice to have people on our side, going into town meetings.’

      I will never be on your side. Any side with Becky on it was a bad thing to start with. And a side that wanted to tear down her cinema and turn her town into a mini Las Vegas? That was one she was going to have to fight. One way or another.

      ‘But I invited you to lunch,’ Tony said, his voice brighter and louder. ‘Charlie, do you have some sort of tasting platter? I’d hate to make myself a liar so early in our friendship.’

      Charlie nodded and got to his feet, but when Mia looked up, his eyes were on her. She gave him a small smile, and he said, ‘I’m sure I can come up with something,’ and disappeared into the kitchen.

      How was he coping with this? Mia wanted to follow him into the kitchen and ask. Find out if he was as horrified by all this as she was. Or if he was just so pleased to have Becky back he didn’t care what happened to the town… No. She wasn’t back for Charlie anyway, was she?

      Mia’s stomach sank at the thought. As if the casino wasn’t bad enough on its own. What if Becky was here for Charlie? What would he do then? Move back to London with her once Aberarian was a thriving Welsh Atlantic City, and he could sell StarFish for a profit at last?

      It didn’t bear thinking about. Only Becky Thrower could steal both Mia’s hometown and her best friend in one fell swoop.

      ‘So, Ditsy.’ Tony’s charming smile was in full evidence again. ‘You’ve lived here all your life, Becky tells me. Why don’t you tell me about how it used to be?’ Which was a sure fire way to set Ditsy talking for days.

      Mia tuned out until the kitchen doors opened and Charlie came out, laden with several platters of food, which he proceeded to place in the centre of their table. Mia tried to catch his eye again, hoping now the others were distracted by food they might be able to slope off and discuss the situation in private – not just the Coliseum, but how he was coping with having his ex in town, and whether he’d put anything dangerous in her food.

      But Becky had him cornered, making him describe each of the antipasti dishes he’d provided. Mia wondered if this was the food she was supposed to have been taste-testing later. Wondered if Charlie might now have better things to do with his Saturday night.

      With the others gushing about the food, Ditsy leaned over to Mia and asked in a whisper, ‘Have you opened your damn letter yet? Only I had Heather Jenkins in the shop the moment you left, asking, and with Reverend Davies right behind her. And don’t think for a moment they’ll be the last.’

      ‘The letter from Mia’s father?’ Becky broke in, apparently paying more attention than they’d thought. Her voice oozed false sympathy. ‘I heard you talking about that. Poor you, Mia.’ She reached out and put a hand across Mia’s, and Mia almost expected the skin to sizzle. ‘It must be so hard. I assume he’s never been back to Aberarian since he left? I mean, how could he?’

      Mia reached out to help herself to a chilli-stuffed olive. ‘No,’ she said, keeping a tight rein on her anger. ‘He’s not been home.’

      Becky shook her head and turned to whisper to Tony in a perfectly audible manner. ‘It was such a scandal. The whole town spoke of nothing else for months, did they, Ditsy?’

      Ditsy winced and stuffed her mouth with bread. Even Tony was looking slightly awkward.

      ‘Well, I’m sure Mia doesn’t want to rehash old history,’ he said in a cheerful tone. ‘These herrings are really rather good,’ he added, but Mia could tell Charlie wasn’t listening. He was focused entirely on Becky.

      ‘Oh, Mia doesn’t mind, do you Mia?’ Becky laughed. ‘After all, it’s been fourteen years now. And it’s certainly not anything she hasn’t heard before!’

      ‘Becky.’ Charlie’s voice was sharp as he broke in. ‘Stop it.’

      Mia felt a warmth in her bones, watching Becky’s face turn hard just for a moment. Then she smiled again, the same, sweet, false smile Mia still sometimes had nightmares about. ‘Of course. Now, Charlie, why don’t we let these people get on with their day while you show me around the kitchen? I have missed this place so.’ She was already on her feet by the time she finished talking.

      Charlie looked faintly horrified at the prospect, but he followed her all the same. Mia gave him a sympathetic look as he passed. It didn’t seem to help much.

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      Becky pushed her way through the kitchen doors, auburn hair floating behind her, and Charlie followed in a trail of her familiar perfume, wondering why, every time he thought his life was settled, Becky Thrower