“Nice!” she said. “With a few tweaks it would make a good headline.”
“So would journalist thrown out for trespassing on private property!”
“It would if it were true,” she conceded, pushing the trailer door shut behind her and leaning against the wall.
“Nobody. I climbed the gate.”
“Didn’t you see the no trespassing sign?”
“Oh that!” she waved a hand as if the red and white board was a mere inconvenience. “I didn’t take any notice of it. I knew you’d talk to me.”
He frowned. “Jodie, as in small, dark and irritating? Jodie as in permanently attached to a large chestnut horse?”
Yes...no...I mean...yes I am a fan, and no I’m not here about the bridleway...well not
He shook his head. “How about you just tell me what you are here for...specifically...and then you go.”
Whatever he had expected, it wasn’t that. For a long moment he stared at her, then he burst into genuine laughter. She had nerve, he had to give her that. And if she was aiming at a stage career then she had the right equipment too. Tall and willowy with legs that went on forever, she looked good.
It turns out they’re wrong. The children they thought they were protecting need to be set free. It’s Jodie and Marcus who have the problem; but can two broken hearts make one whole one? The battle lines that were set when they first met have long since been breached but the war won’t be over until Jodie learns how to trust again, and until Marcus allows himself to believe in his son.