turned away, stony faced. He was such a successful jockey, groomed for stardom by his trainer dad, Josh Andrews. Maddie had been totally over the moon when he’d first asked her out and unable to believe it when he’d asked her to marry him. Theirs was to have been the biggest wedding of the decade, he’d insisted. That was the first time she’d questioned their relationship; he didn’t seem to take into account that she just wanted a small wedding, and that had sowed a seed of doubt.
When she’d had her accident, a month or so later, he’d been at her bedside every day at first...until the weeks turned into months. When they’d told her she would never ride again, she’d been distraught, and if she was honest with herself, she might have taken her frustration out on Alex. It was easy to be bubbly and fun when you lived life in a whirl of success...not so easy when your whole future had crumbled and your dreams were shattered. His visits had had become less and less frequent until he admitted that he’d found someone else.
In a way, Alex’s betrayal had been a relief. After that, she hadn’t needed to try, and she’d been able to wallow in her own self-pity. She wasn’t proud of it, the depression that had left her without motivation. Then one day she’d looked out the window at the glorious sun-filled sky and realized there was still so much beauty in the world. That was the day she’d made a promise to herself to get her life back...no matter what.
A cockerel shrieked out its morning call, and Maddie pulled her covers over her head. They had a cockerel for goodness’ sake! Oh, well, at least she wouldn’t need an alarm clock while Ross and Meg were around. Today, she was off to Sky View again, and she couldn’t wait.
After eating a light breakfast of tea and toast, Maddie locked the cottage door and pocketed the key, deliberately not looking at the trailer as she walked up the pathway and opened her car. When something nudged her from behind, she turned with a start to see Red gazing up at her happily, his long pink tongue hanging from the side of his mouth to reveal a set of dangerous-looking fangs. Somehow, though, she felt totally unafraid. “Hello, boy,” she said, holding out her hand. The giant dog nuzzled her gently, belying his fearsome appearance.
Maddie noticed Meg watching solemnly over by the trailer. She waved, but when Meg just wiggled her fingers in return, obviously afraid to show a response because of her dad, Maddie felt a rush of anger at his unfairness. Where was this little girl’s mother, and why were they living in a trailer, anyway?
It was none of her business, she decided, so she got in her car and drove off. Besides, she wasn’t even interested in Ross’s way of life.
* * *
AT SKY VIEW, Cass Munro was waiting impatiently. “Sorry,” she said as Maddie came in through the kitchen door. “I forgot to ask if you could come a bit earlier today. I have a doctor’s appointment and I’m running late. Jake brought a client in for breakfast and I haven’t even had the chance to load the dishwasher, so if you wouldn’t mind taking Robbie to school and clearing up the breakfast dishes after... He’s all ready to go.”
“Of course.” Maddie smiled, placing her hand on Cass’s arm. “It’s what I’m here for. You just take your time.”
As if on cue, Robbie ran in through the back door with Choco at his heels. “We’ve been right up to the top of the hill,” he cried. “I’ll just get my school bag.”
“And remember to wipe your face,” Cass called after him as he raced off up the stairs.
Forty-five minutes later, Robbie duly dropped off at the village school, Maddie surveyed the pile of clean breakfast pots beside the sink with satisfaction. She was needed here, and it felt good to be needed after being unable to do anything useful for so long.
Her mother had called last night, stressing about how she was eating and whether she was doing too much. Maddie had to admit it was nice to know her mum cared. Here at Sky View, no one knew just how badly injured she’d been. For a long time after the accident, she’d been in a vague, formless, pain-filled place. Then the depression had descended, taking over her every thought...until, after eighteen long months, as she watched a swallow skim across the glorious summer sky, she suddenly remembered that she, too, still had a life—her life. She needed to live it and not just go through the motions. After that day, she’d let nothing hold her back from her ambition to make enough of a recovery to stand on her own two feet and have a future again.
To her surprise, she was glad that Alex was no longer around to hold her back. This was her fight, hers alone, and it had finally begun.
Despite her satisfaction, even by midmorning Maddie was finding it tough to keep going. The nagging pain in her leg and back had become a throbbing ache, and she longed to sit down and take a rest.
“Does it hurt a lot?” Cass asked in a casual tone when she got home from her appointment. “Take a break if you like.”
“No!” Maddie shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m here to work.”
“Then make us a drink and we’ll both take a break,” she suggested.
As they sat at the kitchen table five minutes later, sipping coffee in companionable silence, Cass looked across at her with a puzzled frown. “So...what happened? The accident, I mean.”
Unused to such a direct line of questioning, Maddie hesitated. “I was cycling to work one morning, and someone knocked me off my bike,” she eventually began. “To be honest, I can’t remember much about it, and I’m okay now...except that my leg sometimes aches.”
Cass stirred sugar into her mug then met Maddie’s gaze with sympathy in her eyes. “And that’s all?”
Unable to bear seeing the same sad expression everyone gave her back home, Maddie gritted her teeth. Before she knew it, the Munros would be talking about her in lowered voices, going quiet the moment she walked into a room. Poor Madeline, her whole career ruined...and she was doing so well.
“It’s hardly anything, really,” she said, forcing a bright smile onto her face. “Just a bit of a nuisance. It doesn’t hold me back at all.”
She stood and went back to peeling carrots, pretending she hadn’t seen the concerned look on Cass’s face.
At midday Jake, his dad, Bill Munro—a tall, thin man whose current project was fixing up the holiday cottages—and Jed, the young lad who helped Jake back the youngsters, came in to eat. They sat at the large kitchen table, laughing and joking and talking about their plans. Maddie handed out food and poured tea, desperately trying not to limp as she moved around the large, homey kitchen.
“Sit down and join us, lass,” said Bill, smiling in Maddie’s direction. “You have to eat, too.”
Jake nodded in agreement, pulling out a chair, and she sat, feeling awkward.
“I already told her,” Cass told them. She turned to Maddie. “Get your lunch—I can see to dessert.”
“It’s okay,” Maddie insisted, not wanting the fuss.
“Sorry, lass, you’re overruled,” Bill said, stroking his neat, white beard, his eyes crinkling in a smile. She settled into the chair with a sigh as Jed passed her a plate.
When the talk turned to horses, Maddie found it difficult not to join in. This was so stupid. Maybe she should just come clean and let them all in on the truth, tell them about her ambition to ride again. They’d help her; she knew they would. She didn’t want help, though, did she? She didn’t
