Family Ties at the Second Chances Sweet Shop, page 1
FAMILY TIES AT THE SECOND CHANCES SWEET SHOP
HANNAH LYNN
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Acknowledgments
More from Hannah Lynn
About the Author
About Boldwood Books
1
Holly Berry stretched out her arm. She was exceedingly comfortable on the sofa and desperately didn’t want to budge. Letting out a long, low groan of disappointment, she accepted that, even at full stretch, the bag of clotted cream fudge was just out of reach.
‘You know you could just stand up and get them,’ Ben said, lifting his arm from around her waist so she could move. Holly promptly pulled it back again.
‘But I’m comfy.’
‘So you want me to get them?’
‘No! You’re the reason I’m so comfy,’ she said, nestling her head against his chest. ‘If you get up, I might as well do it myself.’
‘Are you going to, then?’
She thought about it for a moment. Clotted cream fudge was good, but she could get plenty of that at work. However, this perfect snuggle she found herself in with Ben was just too good to give up.
‘Probably not,’ she said.
Then, just as she had hoped he would, Ben tilted her head back and planted a kiss firmly on her lips. A long, lingering kiss that caused a warm sensation to flood through her. Yes, this was definitely better than her favourite sweet. Nothing could improve on being tucked away in Ben Thornbury’s cosy living room, while the rain hammered against the window. Ben Thornbury: local bank manager, avid cyclist, all round good guy and officially Holly Berry’s boyfriend.
It had been three months since they’d shared their first kiss, on a crisp, winter evening, beneath the blinking lights of the Bourton-on-the-Water Christmas tree. It was fair to say their relationship hadn’t got off to the smoothest start. Their initial meeting had seen Holly knock him off his bike when she ran blindly into the road as she chased down a group of teenage shoplifters. It was then several months more before they’d considered seeing each other as more than just friends. Then Ben had nearly drowned on one of their first dates. And she could hardly forget the unexpected appearance of her ex-boyfriend, Dan.
Fortunately, Dan, along with her old life in London, was firmly in the past and as the proud owner of Just One More – the quaint village sweet shop that Holly had worked in as a teen – life was feeling pretty good. Even better now that she and Ben had finally found their rhythm.
At one point, she’d thought there was no chance for them, even as friends. But fate intervened, and now here they were three months on. February had thawed into March and the first bluebells were appearing in the woods around the village. And she was spending her Tuesday night with her head resting on Ben’s chest, half watching a film, and wondering how the hell she’d got so lucky.
His house was basically a mirror image of where she lived, which wasn’t surprising, given that she was his next-door neighbour in the adjoining semi which she shared with Jamie, her landlady/new best friend. Since they’d met, she’d been Holly’s rock, helping her out of more than one tight situation and offering sound, if occasionally stern, advice.
A little spark of guilt formed in Holly as she thought about Jamie. She couldn’t remember the last time the two of them had shared breakfast together or even had a conversation that wasn’t just in passing on the doorstep. They still met regularly down at the pub, but always in a group with Ben and Caroline. With the nonstop rain they’d been experiencing for nearly three weeks now, they hadn’t even done that in a while. The last time they spoke properly, Jamie was about to go on her third date with a guy named Fin, which for her constituted a long-term relationship. No doubt it had fallen by the wayside by now, but she really should find out. She’d do it this week without fail, she thought as she shifted the cushion behind her a fraction. She would make a concerted effort to spend some quality time with her. After all, she needed to do some washing. Spending all her time at Ben’s was one thing, but doing her laundry there? Well, that still felt like a little too much of a commitment.
‘Why’s she doing that?’ Holly asked, her attention suddenly drawn back to the television, where a woman was holding a knife against another woman’s throat. The last time she’d looked, the two were laughing in a hot tub together.
‘What do you mean? Did you not just hear what she said? She confessed to killing Turner.’
‘Who’s Turner?’
‘Have you been paying any attention to this film at all?’
‘Not really,’ she admitted.
It hadn’t been her choice, though to be fair, it hadn’t really been Ben’s either. Their tastes in television programmes, films, books and most other things in life were polar opposites. As such, finding something they could agree on to watch always proved rather difficult.
‘Do you want me to recap what’s happened so far for you?’ he asked, running his fingers absentmindedly up and down her arm. It was a lazy movement that he probably wasn’t even aware of, yet it was all Holly could focus on now.
‘Not really,’ she said again, arching her back and twisting so that she could kiss him on the lips. ‘Actually, I can think of a better way to spend our time.’
‘Is that right?’
He returned her kiss, a little harder, and her pulse kicked up a notch.
‘Why don’t we turn off the television, and I’ll show you.’
It had been so long since she’d been in a new relationship that she’d forgotten how exciting it could be. And how the desire to be with someone so much usually resulted in another one, namely to rip their clothes off. This was another reason they stayed at Ben’s. It was true, Jamie was out of the house most nights, but the last thing they wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable in her own home with their enthusiastic displays of affection.
Holly pushed herself up from the sofa and switched off the television, then reached down and pulled Ben up by the hand.
‘I thought you didn’t want to get up?’
‘I didn’t want to get up for the fudge. I own a sweet shop. I can get that anytime I want, remember? This, however,’ she reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him again, ‘has annoyingly limited availability.’
‘Well, when you put it that way…’
He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. How was it possible she hadn’t tired of kissing him yet? And how was it possible that his kisses were just so… delicious? Her productivity at work had gone down dramatically since the relationship had started. There was no sorting out the shelves now that Ben came and had his lunch with her upstairs. And her days of staying late to keep on top of the books were over, too. The minute his head appeared around the shop door in the evenings, she’d pack up her things and hurry home with him.
‘We should head upstairs,’ he said, following the long kiss with a short one.
‘After you.’
Grabbing a piece of fudge and popping it into her mouth, Holly was about to follow Ben up the stairs when her phone buzzed on the arm of the sofa. She glanced down at the screen.
‘Everything okay?’ he called back to her.
‘Just Mum,’ she said, rejecting the call. ‘I’ll ring her back later. Now, where were we?’
No sooner had she taken another step than it buzzed again. Swallowing her annoyance, she took a deep breath.
‘It could be important,’ he said.
‘It’s not. It’ll be to do with this cardigan she’s been knitting me. She’s stressing about how many buttons she should put on it. I’ve told her twice already this week, I really don’t mind. I’m not getting into that now. It’ll be fine. Trust me.’
‘Only if you’re sure?’
‘I am,’ she replied, and this time, when she cut the call, she also switched the phone off.
‘Okay, now that I’ve got your full attention, remind me again what we were about to do?’
With Ben standing two steps above her on the stairs, the height difference between them was ridiculous, and yet as she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him, she didn’t think about it at all. His hands brushed through her hair, a twinkle in his eyes that cause her to flood with heat.
‘Why do you taste of fudge?’ he asked, shifting back and eyeing her suspiciously.
‘You’re imagini
‘You know what? That sounds like a great idea.’
Before she could even fathom what was happening, Ben leapt down the steps and swept her up into his arms.
‘Hey! What are you doing! I was joking! You’ll drop me!’
‘Don’t you trust me?’
‘No, I’ve seen you try to move furniture, remember?’
‘Are you comparing yourself to a couch?’
About 90 per cent certain that he was going to trip and drop her down the stairs, she clutched her arms around his neck and squeezed her eyes shut. And while he managed the first step without whacking her shins, that didn’t ease her fear at all. In fact, she was so focused on what she felt was a precarious situation that she barely recognised the sound that cut through her squeals of laughter.
‘Was that the doorbell?’ she asked. ‘Are you expecting someone?’
Ben paused, his laughter still reverberating around them.
‘I never have visitors, you know that.’
He tentatively turned on the spot. Holly placed one hand on the banister and one on Ben’s shoulder, as she got back on her feet.
‘Maybe it’s Jamie,’ she said.
‘Well, if it is, we’d better get the wine out,’ he replied.
Holly stayed rooted to the spot. Was it wrong of her not to want to talk to her friend at that precise moment? It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see her. She did. It was just that moments like this with Ben felt so special. So wonderful, in fact, that at times it seemed impossible that things could stay this good forever, and if that was the case, she wanted to make the most of each and every second.
No, she told herself. She was being ridiculous. They were a couple and a strong one at that. They had a whole future together ahead of them, and the last thing she wanted was for Jamie to feel isolated.
‘You get the wine, I’ll get the door,’ she said, straightening up her clothes, before giving him one, last kiss on the lips.
As she turned the latch and opened the front door, a cold gust of air blew in from outside, along with a spray of icy rain, stinging her face and causing a sudden burst of blinking. As she tried to wipe the rain out of her face and clear her vision, it took her a moment to see that the person standing there was definitely not Jamie. They were about the same height, but that was where any similarity ended. For starters, he was male, and secondly, he looked to be only about eighteen years old. He was wearing an oversized hoody pulled up over his head, which was soaked all the way through. Wherever this boy had come from, it was a lot further away than next door. Holly looked at him, trying to work out why he seemed somewhat familiar.
‘Hi,’ he said, as the rain continued to beat down on him, ‘is Ben home?’
2
‘Er, hello,’ the young man tried again, as Holly continued to stare at him. ‘I don’t mean to sound rude, but are you going to let me in? ‘Cos it’s pretty wet out here.’
Before Holly could reply, Ben was behind her, masterfully carrying three wine glasses and a full bottle of wine.
‘Toby? What are you doing standing out there in the rain? Come in. Come in. Holly, this is Toby, my nephew. Toby, this is Holly, my girlfriend.’
‘Hey,’ Toby said with a nod as he squeezed past her.
‘Sorry, of course, come on in,’ Holly said, realising that she had been studying him with far more curiosity than was probably polite. The minute he stepped in, she saw just how soaked he was. Water was streaming from him onto the mat.
She’d never met him before, but it was hardly surprising that she’d felt she recognised him, given that Ben had several pictures of him in the house. That said, it was also understandable that she hadn’t actually recognised him, either. In one photo, he couldn’t have been older than five and was sitting on Ben’s shoulders as he paddled in the river in Bourton, and in another he’d been a couple of years older, maybe seven or eight, and it was a full-family photo, with Ben’s parents and his sister and his niece, too. In that one, Toby had short hair and was wearing a Christmas jumper. Now, his hair was nearly shoulder length, and he was wearing baggy jeans that didn’t go all the way up to his waist.
‘Is one of those for me?’ he asked, nodding towards the wine glasses.
‘Nice try,’ Ben replied. ‘Seriously, what are you doing here and where did you come from? You haven’t walked, have you?’
‘Just from the bus stop.’
‘Why didn’t your mum drop you off?’
The scoff that followed told Holly two very distinct things. Firstly, that Toby and his mum’s relationship was not in a good place, and secondly, that he had obviously come here for a reason: to speak to his Uncle Ben. Their fervour on the stairs of only moments ago was long forgotten, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realise that having Toby here meant any chance of romance that night was out the window. Besides, it was obvious the pair needed to talk.
‘Do you know what?’ Holly said, reaching up and grabbing her coat off the hook by the door. ‘I think I should probably head back to mine and give my mum a ring. She’s called a few times this evening, and she’ll get worried if I don’t ring her back soon.’
‘Are you sure?’ Ben asked. ‘Toby, why don’t you grab a towel and dry yourself off? You’ll find one in the bathroom at the top of the stairs. You know where it is.’
‘Sure,’ Toby said, not needing to be asked twice and kicking off his shoes. Ben waited until the bathroom door closed before he spoke again.
‘You don’t have to go,’ he said, ‘though this isn’t like him, turning up out of the blue. I should probably let him vent.’
‘Honestly, it’s no problem at all. I really should call my mum back. Speak later?’
She reached up and gave him one last kiss.
‘I tell you what, I’ll walk you home.’
They kissed again, on the doorstep of Holly’s house, beneath a large golf umbrella with the rain hammering down. This was a ridiculous habit they’d got into, walking each other home. Which actually meant stepping a full two feet out of one door to the next, but Holly loved it, not that she actually went home that often. It always made her smile, and a warmth would spread through her, knowing she had someone who would do the little things for her that meant so much. That was what really counted.
She had learned the hard way that relationships weren’t about big gestures or grandiose promises, which was probably just as well, as she and Ben pretty much never discussed the future. While they talked about weekend plans and possibly going to see a new release at the cinema, that was as far ahead as they ever looked. She had vaguely broached the subject of buying a joint present for Jamie’s birthday, but Ben had mumbled awkwardly something about a tradition, and Holly hadn’t wanted to push it. She knew from Jamie that he’d been badly hurt in a previous relationship, and it wasn’t like they needed to rush things. Maybe in a couple of months, they would start thinking further ahead, perhaps plan a holiday together, that type of thing, but for now, she was perfectly happy living in the moment. And the moments were good.
‘See you tomorrow,’ Ben said. ‘And tell Jamie to stop sending me reminders about her birthday. I’ve known her for nearly a decade, so I’m well aware what the date is.’
‘I’ll let her know,’ she said, giving him one more kiss before slipping inside the house and shutting the door behind her.
Holly had noticed Jamie’s van parked on the driveway, but when she called her name, there was no reply. The light on the landing was on and so was the one in the kitchen, but that didn’t mean that she was in. Leaving lights on was pretty much her only bad habit. And it wasn’t like a bit of rain would bother her. She could have easily walked down to one of the pubs in the village or got a lift with someone.
