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'Can't we carry it?' I ask desperately.

'It's five tiers and it weighs a ton. Just hold onto the box. It'll be fine.'

I exhale, unclipping my seatbelt. 'I can't believe you've got me doing this,' I grumble, climbing into the back of the van and wrapping my arms around the tall cake box. 'Couldn't you a.s.semble it on site?'

'Nope,'

'Why?'



'I just couldn't. Hold the f.u.c.king cake!' she yells impatiently.

I tighten my grip, spreading my legs to keep my balance, and lay my cheek against the box. We're positioned at the mouth of the road, engine revving and looking like something out of a comedy sketch.

'Ready?' she calls back.

I hear Margo crunch into gear. 'Just b.l.o.o.d.y get on with it, will you?' I snap. She's giggling as she slowly starts creeping forward. A car horn starts honking impatiently from behind.

'f.u.c.k off, you t.o.s.s.e.r!' Kate yells as we hit our first speed hump.

I'm propelled into the air, my face squis.h.i.+ng against the box, my heels sliding from under me. 'Kate!' I screech, landing on my a.r.s.e.

'Don't let go of that box!'

I scramble back to my feet, grabbing the box, just as the back wheels jolt down the other side of the hump. 'Will you take it easy?'

'I need a run up, else she won't make it over!' she exclaims, hitting another hump.

'b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!' I'm catapulted into the air, landing with an almighty thud. 'Kate!'

She's laughing hard now, only serving to p.i.s.s me off more. 'Sorry!' she gasps.

'No, you're not.' I grate, pulling myself up again. I kick my heels off to try and get a better balance.

'Oh, no,'

I blow my hair out of my face. 'What?'

'I'm not reversing mister!' she hisses.

I spot a Jaguar driving at us and with only enough width for one vehicle and no s.p.a.ce to pull in, it's a standoff. A string of loud car horns start singing out around us as Kate proceeds forward, knocking me all over the place in the back of Margo.

'I'll ram you,' she warns Mr Jaguar, smacking her horn repeatedly. 'Is the cake okay?'

'Yes! Don't you dare let him win,' I yell, landing on my backside again. 's.h.i.+t!'

'Hang on, only two more to go.'

'Oh G.o.d!'

Two jolts later and probably another two more bruises on my behind, we're double parked and unloading the stupid five tier cake. Mr Jaguar is honking, cursing and throwing hand gestures all over the place, but we ignore him. My feet are still bare as I help Kate out with the cake, delivering it into the ma.s.sive kitchen of Mrs Link, who's throwing a sweet sixteen for her daughter. I leave Kate to sort the rest and go back to Margo to wait for her, ignoring the car horns as I look for my shoes in the back. They could be anywhere.

Noel Gallagher invades my eardrums, singing Sunday Morning Call from the front seat and my heart a which is currently hammering through exhaustion a starts hammering an excited drum in my chest. I abandon shoe searching to scramble to the front and answer, ignoring the reasons for my keenness to speak to him.

'Hey,' I puff down the phone, jumping out and slumping against the side of Margo. I'm f.u.c.king knackered!

'Okay. Now, I know it's not me that's worn you out, so do you mind telling me who has you puffing and panting like you've been f.u.c.ked into next week?'

I smile. Oh, his voice is a welcome distraction from the fiasco of the last twenty minutes.

'What's with all the car horns?' he asks.

'I'm delivering a cake with Kate, we're blocking the road.' I explain, but I'm distracted by an overweight, balding, middle aged businessman approaching with a face like thunder.

'Move the van, you stupid f.u.c.king cow!' he bellows at me, waving his arms about.

Oh s.h.i.+t. Kate, hurry up!

'Who the f.u.c.k is that?' Jesse yells down the phone.

'No one,' I blurt.

Big baldy kicks Margo's tyre. 'Move it, b.i.t.c.h!' Oh h.e.l.l, he's a mad middle aged, balding man.

I hear Jesse growl. 'Tell me he didn't just say that.' His voice is s.a.d.i.s.tic.

'It's fine. Kate's coming now.' I lie on a squeak.

'Where are you?'

'I don't know, somewhere in Belgravia.' I didn't really take much notice. I was too busy being flung around in the back of Margo to take notes of street names.

Big baldy shoves me. 'Are you f.u.c.king deaf, you stupid b.i.t.c.h?'

Oh s.h.i.+t, he's going to crack me one. I can hear Jesse hyperventilating down the phone, but then he's gone. I glance at my screen and see the call has ended. Snapping my head up, I look towards the steps that lead to Mrs Link's house, but the front door is still firmly closed. I'm shoved in the back again by Baldy.

'Please, give me five minutes.' I plead with the irate t.w.a.t. If Kate was here, he would be on his a.r.s.e by now.

'Just move the f.u.c.king shed, you dopey cow!' he roars in my face, making me recoil.

I run onto the pavement, stepping on every stray stone on my way, and up the steps to Mrs Link's front door.

'Kate!' I knock frantically, turning and smiling sweetly at Mr Baldy Jag, earning myself another torrent of abuse. This guy needs anger management. 'Kate!' I shout, banging again. Car horns are blaring all around, I've got the angriest man I've ever encountered hurling abuse at me, my a.r.s.e is sore and my feet are being stabbed by f.u.c.king stones! 'KATE!!!' My throat is b.l.o.o.d.y sore now too. But then I have a thought. Has she left the keys in Margo? I gingerly run down the steps, back onto the street to check Margo's ignition, going around the back to avoid baldy.

It would seem that he's not so willing to let me evade him, though, and I collide with his fat, sweaty body as I reach the driver's door. 'Oh!' I cry, getting a waft of stale body odour.

He grabs the top of my arm, squeezing hard. 'If you don't move that f.u.c.king thing now, I'll slap your skinny a.r.s.e all over this street.'

I lean back against the van as he tightens his hold on my arm to a point, so painful, I want to cry out. He's a f.u.c.king psycho! I'm going to be bludgeoned on a posh, leafy residential street in posh Belgravia and be plastered all over tomorrow morning's news. I'm never going to talk to Kate again. I feel my eyes welling up with panicky tears as I'm pinned to the side of Margo with not a clue what to do. This is an aggressive type a a wife beater, for sure.

'Get your f.u.c.king hands off her!'

The roar that pierces the air around me, blocking out all car horns and London traffic, makes my knees buckle with relief. I turn towards the direction of the most welcome voice I've ever heard and see Jesse running down the middle of the road, in his suit, looking murderous.

Oh, thank G.o.d! I don't know where he's come from, and I couldn't care less. The relief that washes over me is overwhelming. I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life, and the fact that it's a man I've known barely a week should be telling me something.

Mr Baldy Jag's fat, ugly head snaps up in Jesse's direction, a deep look of panic instantly invading his sweaty features. I feel his grip ease up. Letting go of me and stepping back from Margo, he starts weighing up the mountain of lean tallness that's running at full pelt towards us. The intention to scarper is clear on his ugly face. He doesn't get the chance to, though. Jesse charges him before he sets his short legs to work, taking him clean from his feet and sending him cras.h.i.+ng to the tarmac.

My G.o.d! I was wrong. Baldy isn't the angriest man I've ever seen. I watch as Jesse's fist collides with Baldies face before he kicks him in the gut, causing him to cry out.

'Get off your fat a.r.s.e and apologise,' Jesse yanks him up from the road, presenting him to me. 'Apologise!' he roars.

I look at Baldy, who's huffing and puffing, his nose clearly broken, blood dripping down his slimy suit. I would feel sorry for him, if he wasn't such a nasty b.a.s.t.a.r.d. What sort of man does that to a woman?

'I...I'm s...sorry.' he stutters, looking completely dazed.

Jesse's fisted hand in Baldies jacket shakes him. 'Lay a finger of her again, I'll rip your f.u.c.king head off,' His voice is menacing. 'Now, f.u.c.k off.' He shoves the crumpled heap of a man out of his hands and grabs me, yanking me into his chest.

I fall apart. I'm a stupid blubbering wreck as I sob all over Jesse's expensive suit, while he holds me in his hard, warm chest.

'I should have finished the b.a.s.t.a.r.d off,' he grumbles. 'Hey, stop the tears, I'll get crazy mad.' He spreads his palm over the back of my head and sighs in my hair.

'Where did you come from?' I mumble into his chest. I don't care, I'm just glad he's here.

'I wasn't far, and you weren't hard to find. It's anarchy back there. Where's Kate?'

Yes, where is Kate? Mayhem has broken out and she's still nowhere to be seen. I'm going to kill her! After I've had my fix of Jesse, I'm going to kill her.

'Hey, what's going on?'

I emerge from Jesse's chest and see Kate stood at the front of Margo, looking rather bewildered.

'I think you need to move your van, Kate.' Jesse advises diplomatically. He's not even broke a sweat.

'Oh, okay.' She shrugs, completely oblivious.

Jesse pulls back, running his eyes down my body. 'Where are your shoes?' he asks on a frown, his eyes darkening with rage again, clearly thinking I lost them in the ruckus with baldy.

'They're in the back of Margo,' I sniffle. 'The van,' I elaborate, when his brow knits in confusion.

He picks me up and carries me around to the pavement, sitting me on a wall outside Mrs Link's house. 'I'm not even going to ask how they got there.'

'I'll get them,' Kate shouts. She b.l.o.o.d.y should as well. She comes running over with my heels. 'What happened?'

'Where were you?' I ask shortly.

She rolls her eyes. 'I got dragged upstairs for a showing of the party dress. It was way too small and pretty painful to watch. It took them ten minutes to stuff her in the thing.' She glances over at Jesse, who's grabbing my bag from the front seat of Margo. 'What happened?' she asks again on a whisper. 'He looks fuming.'

'I got roughed up by Mr Jaguar,' I brush the gravel from the bottom of my sore soles and put my heels on. 'Jesse called as it kicked off. I don't know where he came from.'

'Ava, I'm sorry.' She sits on the wall and puts an arm around me. 'Thank G.o.d for the Lord, ah?' I can detect the suggestion in her tone.

'Kate, you need to s.h.i.+ft that van before war breaks out.' He strolls over with my bag, and I get to my feet. d.a.m.n, they hurt. I rest my b.u.m back down on the wall again. I wince. Oh, my a.r.s.e hurts too. Jesse frowns when he catches me flinching. 'I'm taking Ava with me.' He watches me s.h.i.+ft my aching backside on the wall.

'You are?' I blurt.

He raises his eyebrows. 'Yes, I am,' he retorts in a tone that dares me to object.

'It's fine. I can go with Kate.' I suggest, anyway. I've probably disrupted whatever he was doing, with my Monday evening drama.

'No, you're coming with me.' He spells the words out, his lips pressing into a straight line. Yeah, I'm not arguing with him on this.

Kate does a tennis spectator impression, looking to and fro between us, eventually getting up.

'I'll see you at home.' She kisses my temple and plants a big kiss on Jesse's cheek, making his eyes bulge and my jaw drop.

What's that all about? As she strolls off towards Margo, with absolutely no urgency, she looks back, grins and winks. I flick a warning stare that she completely ignores.

I look up at the tall, handsome beast in front of me a looking edible in his grey suit and crisp white s.h.i.+rt a and find sludgy green eyes narrowed on me.

'Why are you flinching?' he asks.

I stand up, wincing again when my feet take my full weight. 'My backside hurts,' I rub my battered b.u.m and reach to take my bag from him. 'I was holding Kate's cake up in the back of Margo.'

'You didn't have a seatbelt on?'

'No, you don't get seatbelts in the back of vans, Jesse.'

He shakes his head and picks me up, cradling me in his strong arms, before striding off down the street. I sigh heavily and let him do his thing, resting my head against his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his neck.

'You didn't call me. I told you to call.' he grumbles accusingly.

I sigh. 'I'm sorry.'

'So am I.' he says quietly.

'What are you sorry for?'

'For not being here sooner,'

'You weren't to know.'

'Well, if you had of called, then I would have of known you planned on doing something so stupid. I would have stopped you. Do what you're told next time.'

I frown into his shoulder and he looks down at me, as if sensing my response to his scold. He grins, brus.h.i.+ng his lips on my forehead. My eyes close. I can't ignore it. There's definitely something here. And it's knocked the wind right out of my singleton sails.

When we reach the end of the street, I look up and see Jesse's Aston Martin abandoned at an angle, from where he clearly couldn't get through the traffic. A few pa.s.sersby are floating around, admiring the deserted car. He drops me in the pa.s.senger seat and shuts the door before striding around to the front, sliding in behind the wheel and razzing off, leaving the chaos behind us. I sit happily admiring his profile as he dips and weaves through the traffic. He's just dropped everything and come running to rescue me. I'd be lying if I said his actions were unwelcome.

He glances over and places his hand on my knee. 'You okay, baby?'

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