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at the bar tender.
    “No, its all hokum isn’t it? There was a bloke on the telly that did that series showing you how they get clues from you to tell you things.” A small shiver ran up my spine as I rebuffed her suggestion. I didn’t want my fortune to come true. My life was chaotic enough without any more change. Okay, so a new man sounded nice but the danger and the idea of everything being predestined by some lines of my palm spooked me out.
    Shelly heaved a disappointed sigh. “Maybe, I suppose we’ll find out over the next few months if any of it comes true.” She flashed the bartender another flirty smile.
    “He’s not your usual type.” I whispered as he came closer to serve a man standing next to us. He appeared okay, if she was in the market for a toy boy. Normally she went for the older guy, preferably one that at least looked as if he was old enough to be serving alcohol.
    “I know but he’s wearing a blue top,” she murmured back.
    * * *
    I knew from my headache the next morning that coming home to the flat with Shelly and a bottle of wine hadn’t been a good idea. Especially when a glance at my clock told me I had to be fully made-up, bright and perky at the foot of the castle keep in less than an hour.
    Two aspirin and a quick shower livened me up, and by the time I pulled onto the castle car park only the faint shadows peeking through the concealer under my eyes betrayed my late night.
    I jumped out of my car and hurried across the car park towards the small group of people standing at the foot of the keep. Merv hadn’t said which paper would be taking pictures but at a guess it would probably be old Tom from the Gazette. If it was Tom I’d be grumbled at for being five minutes late.
    “You must be Chloe.” A brisk looking woman in a bright yellow cagoule called out to me as I approached.
    “Yes, I’m sorry I’m a little bit late. I got caught up behind a bus.” The wind was keen as it gusted around the curve of the ancient grey stone wall. I wished I hadn’t given into vanity and had picked up my padded jacket rather than my more figure flattering cream knit cardigan.
    “Oh, that’s quite all right, we’re waiting for the man from the Gazette.” The brisk woman peered over my shoulder as if I might somehow be concealing him.
    I shivered and huddled into my cardi.
    “Well, we’re jolly pleased to have a representative from local radio on board, Chloe. We were sorry to hear that Steph wasn’t available but splendid of you to step into the breach.”
    I could only nod my head dumbly while I tried to prevent my teeth from chattering. Steph had stitched me up good and proper on this one. When I got chance I’d have to make sure I returned the favour.
    The rest of the group were chatting affably together. There were three men and two women, all wearing chunky shoes, waterproofs and thick jeans. Two of them had knitted hats. I wished the reporter would hurry up before I froze to death or had to listen to too many jokes about dropping to my doom over the precipice on Monday.
    “Ha, okay chaps, I think this must be the Gazette man now.” The woman in the yellow cagoule called us all to order and I looked around for old Tom.
    Instead, striding across the grass towards us, and holding what seemed to be a very expensive camera, was Ben, my new neighbour.
    “Is this the abseiling for cancer research group?” He asked as he drew nearer.
    “Yes, we’re all here and ready to go,” Cagoule woman answered.
    Ben’s eyes met mine and my body heated.
    “Chloe, I didn’t expect to see you, are you reporting on this for the radio station?”
    It was silly, but I was absurdly thrilled that he’d remembered my name.
    “No, Chloe is one of our abseilers. Live it Up radio have already been promised hundreds of pounds in sponsorship.” Cagoule woman beamed fondly at me as if I were her prize student. My fellow abseilers didn’t look overly impressed.
    “Wow, well done.” Ben smiled at me