'I wrote his name down. Where is it?' Joss hunted through the mess on her desk and produced a scrap of paper. 'Here— Jake Trevelyan,' she read. 'Somebody in Portrevick—isn't that where you grew up?—recommended us.'

Puzzled, Cassie dropped into the chair at her own desk. It felt very strange, hearing Jake's name after all this time. She could still picture him with terrifying clarity, sitting astride that mean-looking machine, an angry young man with hard hands and a bitter smile. The memory of that kiss still had the power to make her toes curl inside her shoes.

'He's getting married?'

'Why else would he get in touch with a wedding planner?'

'I just can't imagine it.' The Jake Trevelyan Cassie had known wasn't the type to settle down.

'Luckily for us, he obviously can.' Joss turned back to her computer. 'He sounded keen, anyway, so I said you'd go round this afternoon.'

'Me?' Cassie looked at her boss in dismay. 'You always meet the clients first.'

'I can't today. I've got a meeting with the accountant, which I'm not looking forward to at all. Besides, he knows you.'

'Yes, but he hates me!' She told Joss about that last encounter outside Portrevick Hall. 'And what's his fiancée going to think? I wouldn't want to plan my wedding with someone who'd kissed my bridegroom.'

'Teenage kisses don't count.' Joss waved them aside. 'It was ten years ago. Chances are, he won't even remember.'

Cassie wasn't sure if that would make her feel better or worse. She would just as soon Jake didn't remember the gawky teenager who had thrown herself at him at the Allantide Ball, but what girl wanted to know that she was utterly forgettab