He had towed it back from the field the day before. ‘Why are you giving me these?’ she asked. ‘Shouldn’t it be going into the garage?’ ‘It’s all mended,’ he assured her. ‘Dan had a look at it: somehow the brake cable had snapped, but he’s fixed it now.’ ‘But how could that have happened?’ Simon shrugged as he tucked into his Weetabix. ‘Just one of those things, I suppose. Perhaps it was faulty. But all’s well that ends well. There’s no point in taking it any further.’ Jess dropped the keys into her handbag as if they might bite her. Somehow the thought of having her own car wasn’t quite so attractive any more and she wondered if she would ever find the nerve to get behind the wheel again. The incident the day before had badly shaken her. ‘I shall be out for most of today,’ Simon informed her, and when her face fell he said, ‘Sorry, love, but I’ve got some quotes to do, and with work being as it is I can’t afford not to do them.’ He had promised to have two whole weeks off work over Christmas and the New Year, but Jess could understand that he couldn’t turn possible work down.
