A Home On Bramble Hill. Holly Martin

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      She watched him pick up a large tree, as easily as if he was picking up a daffodil, and place it carefully into a large hole. He patted the soil gently around it, as if the tree was made from china. More soil was added until the tree was secure. He stood up and drank long and deep from a bottle of water. As he moved, the sunlight caught a piercing in his nipple. Joy tried to swallow but realised her throat was now parched. She took a long swig of beer and suddenly remembered Casey standing next to her.

      She quickly turned to him, blushing furiously at the thought that he would have caught her gawping so avidly. To her surprise his attention was well and truly caught by the beautiful man next door as well. His eyes, as she imagined hers were right now, were dark with lust and desire.

      Joy took another sip of beer, whilst she pondered this, watching the man next door pick up his tools and take them to his shed. As he turned back, he caught them watching, scowled first at her and then broke into a huge grin when he saw Casey and waved at him before going back into his own house.

      Casey took a long sip of beer, which he had clearly forgotten about whilst he had enjoyed the show, and then looked at Joy in what he clearly hoped was a nonchalant way.

      She arched an eyebrow at him and he sighed.

      ‘That… was Finn Mackenzie, my best friend and the man I’ve been secretly in love with for the last fifteen years.’

      Joy smiled at him in sympathy. Unrequited love was the worst.

      He chinked his beer against the side of hers, dryly. ‘Come inside and we can start on at least one of my dark and gruesome secrets.’

      She followed him in, and sensing this unburdening was going to need a bit more than cheap beer, she grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and a huge slab of chocolate. She went through to the lounge where Casey was already sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands.

      ‘You saw it didn’t you, the way I looked at him,’ he said.

      ‘What, the same look of desire that I had on my face? Yes, I saw it.’

      Casey looked up with a sheepish smile. ‘He is beautiful isn’t he?’

      Joy shook her head with admiration and sat down next to him. ‘He’s magnificent. If we’re sharing secrets, I might as well share mine with you. When I saw that pierced nipple, I wanted nothing more than to run over and lick it.’

      Casey laughed, loudly. ‘Oh, I know. I went with him when he got that done. It gave me a good excuse to touch it, you know, purely out of curiosity.’

      She grinned. ‘Of course.’

      Darcy, her great, beloved Newfoundland, hauled herself up from the cool tiled fireplace to finally greet the new visitor. Casey stroked her absently, but his smile faltered as he thought. ‘Do you think he saw how I was looking at him?’

      ‘I doubt it. Men are blind to these things. Besides, he waved at you. All I got was a scowl.’

      ‘Yeah I clocked that. It’s your hair, he has a thing about redheads, can’t stand them.’

      Joy felt her mouth pop open. ‘That’s a bit… hairist.’

      Casey smiled again. ‘To be fair, he’s anti all women at the moment.’

      ‘Oh… so he’s gay as well?’

      Casey laughed even louder at this. ‘Oh god, I wish. That would be all my Christmases, birthdays, dreams and wishes come true in one fell swoop. No Finn is straight. He just hates women after his ex-wife cheated on him. He hasn’t been with anyone since. Though not from lack of offers from the entire female population of Bramble Hill and the other local villages. They were queuing up once Pippa left, but he hasn’t shown a flicker of interest. He has been sullen to the point of rude and still they fancy their chances.’

      ‘Maybe his marriage broke up because he was gay.’

      ‘You’re just saying that to cheer me up. No he’s definitely straight. But it’s not just women he has a problem with. He’s rude to everyone; well he has been for the last eighteen months. So don’t take it personally. He says very little, keeps himself to himself, never gets involved with village life. Never gets involved with anyone. You’ll be no different. Well except that you have red hair. He’ll hate you for that.’

      Joy frowned.

      ‘Pippa was a redhead so now he has tarred all redheads with the same brush,’ Casey explained as he finished his beer and opened the wine.

      ‘And how do the villagers take to his rudeness?’

      ‘They love him.’ Casey obviously saw the look of confusion on her face. ‘You know who he is right?’

      She shook her head.

      ‘Finn Mackenzie, the actor?’

      She shrugged, still none the wiser.

      ‘He was in that vampire trilogy years ago – In The Darkness, The Taste of Blood and, my personal favourite, The Spoils of War. God, that bit when he bathes naked in the moonlit lake… I think I ruined my video by pausing it so often in the same place. I should have realised back then that I was gay, when all my friends were drooling over the beautiful Scarlet Rome and all I could see was Finn.’

      He must have seen the blank look on her face.

      ‘You haven’t seen them, really? You must be the only living woman not to. What exactly were you doing twenty years ago?’

      ‘I was nine, so…’ She trailed off as she realised exactly what she was doing twenty years before.

      ‘You might have been a bit young to appreciate the first film, but the second and the third? How could it have passed you by?’

      She shrugged. ‘I guess it did.’

      ‘He was fourteen when he filmed the first one and nineteen by the time the last one came out. Overnight he became this Hollywood sensation, the press followed him around everywhere. He hated it. I don’t think he had any idea what it would be like for him to be suddenly famous. After Spoils was finished he withdrew from public life. He had so many offers to do so many different projects, but he wasn’t interested at all. He hasn’t done anything for the last fifteen years.’

      She smiled at Casey’s enthusiasm for Finn. ‘I guess it’s safe to say, you’re his biggest fan.’

      ‘I am yes, but we’ve been friends since we were both knee high to a grasshopper. It wasn’t the fame thing that attracted me. Hell, you’ve seen him – the man’s a god.’

      ‘I take it you haven’t told him how you feel?’

      ‘Good Lord, no, definitely not. No one knows I’m gay. You’re the first person I’ve told, and I wouldn’t have told you if you hadn’t caught me drooling. I’m normally better at disguising it than that. Well I hope I am.’

      Joy frowned slightly. ‘You’ve been gay for fifteen years and never told anyone?’

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