His radio crackled. “Gerry, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here pronto I’m leaving you up there all night. Do you have any idea what time it is? Becki will have my skin!” Gerry sighed. It had been a long shift, and it wasn’t his fault that the weather had slowed everything down. It was him up here, after all, while that idiot Jack was in the warmth of the portacabin, two hundred feet below. He lowered the...

“…traumatised.” Vicki flinched as he said it. Yes, that’s what I am. Traumatised. A silly girl responding to my Knight because I’m ‘traumatised’. She pushed back from him, waiting until he’d finished talking on his radio. “I’m not traumatised,” she said, angrily, as soon as his hand lowered from the button. It was insulting. He’d kissed her back, hadn’t he? Had he been merely placating her? She moved back further, her ang...

Vicki went shopping. Her entire wardrobe consisted of two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, two sweaters, functional underwear and a thick coat borrowed from a friend. Nothing that would do for this. Her insurance company had already assured her that the payout would be significant, so she could afford to splurge. She had some savings in the bank, and this seemed as good an excuse as any to dip into them. She found an attract...