On arriving home from work each day, Holly walked down the side of the house and used the back door, which led directly into the kitchen.

It was a large room, with mismatched, dated units. No work island or breakfast bar; just a small wooden table in the centre of the room that now, thanks to David, had two chairs pulled up to it.

‘Hello?’ she called out to Cora, as was her habit upon stepping into the house. ‘Oh!’

She stopped and closed the door softly behind her. Cora sat at the table with a man who looked to be in his mid forties. There were two mugs on the table, and some paperwork.

Cora looked up and smiled.

‘Holly, this is Mr Brown. He lives two doors down; it’s the house with the green front door and the mature weeping willow in the garden.’

‘You make it sound very grand, Cora.’ Mr Brown grinned. ‘Hello, Holly.’

‘Hello,’ Holly said shyly.

He was a good-looking man in an outdoors type of way, with a ruddy complexion and light-brown hair. He wore a checked shirt and khaki combats that somehow held the suggestion of toned muscle lying below them.

He stood up and inspected his hand before extending it to her. ‘Just checking I’m not covered in soil. It’s the gardener’s curse.’

They smiled at each other and Holly felt Cora’s eyes on her.

‘Mr Brown is here to do the garden,’ Cora said from behind him.

‘My name’s Nick, by the way.’ He sat back down. ‘Mr Brown makes me sound a bit like a bank manager.’

Holly laughed.

‘Well, I wouldn’t presume to introduce you so informally on your first meeting with my visitor, Nicholas,’ Cora said with a tight smile. ‘One has to at least try and preserve a few manners these days, wouldn’t you agree?’

It hadn’t escaped Holly’s notice that Cora always introduced her to other people by her first name.

‘I was just showing Cora a few sketches of some plans for the garden,’ Nick said, turning a couple of sheets around on the tabletop so Holly could see.

‘It all seems very modern,’ Holly said, surprised that Cora approved of such a lack of traditional features. ‘Decking and a pond. Lovely.’

‘Nicholas is very talented.’ Cora beamed.

‘You’re making me blush now.’ He glanced at the wall clock. ‘Oh well, I’d better get on. Thanks for the tea and the chat, Cora.’

‘Any time, Nicholas.’ Cora smiled. ‘You know that.’

‘Are you starting it soon… the landscaping work?’ Holly asked.

‘Oh no, we’re still at the planning stage,’ Nick said. ‘I’m just here to mow the lawns today.’

‘I’ll take another look at the sketches and let you know which one I prefer next week,’ Cora said, gathering up the paperwork. She looked at Holly. ‘I’ve just a few bits to finish off upstairs and then we can have tea together, dear.’

After the long day at work on her feet, Holly’s heart sank at the thought of another long night ahead filled with Cora’s endless nostalgia. She hadn’t been sleeping that well, so felt doubly exhausted.

Last night she’d sat up in bed for ages, sifting through what felt like thousands of Facebook profiles, trying and failing to find the right ones.

She seemed to be able to drop off to sleep no problem, but then regrets and unresolved pain from her past tended to resurface with a vengeance in the early hours and savage her with the ferocity of a terrier until dawn finally broke.

Nick went outside and Holly heard Cora’s heavy footfall ascending the stairs. Still clutching her handbag, and with her shoes and short rain mac on, she stood at the kitchen window and watched as Nick wrestled Cora’s antiquated mower out of the shed.

He’d slipped off his fleecy checked shirt and now worked in a pale green T-shirt. As he pulled the mower out, his back muscles rippled under the thin fabric. When he turned, his toned biceps grew taut.

To her horror, he looked up sharply and grinned at her.

She took a step back, but it was too late. He knew she’d been watching him.

He beckoned to her, and as it would be rude to ignore him, she opened the door and stepped down onto the paved patio area.

Her attention was diverted when a ruddy-faced man leaned over David’s side of the fence.

‘Alright love? Just wanted to say hello, with you being new and all that. I’m Brian.’

He leaned his forearms over the fence and she saw that they were heavily tattooed.

‘Hello,’ she said tentatively. ‘I’m Holly. Pleased to meet you.’

‘On your own, are you?’

‘Sorry?’

‘Moved in here on your own? No boyfriend or anything.’

Her flesh crawled.

‘Oh, yes… sorry, I just have to have a word with…’ she pointed to Nick and fortunately, he turned off the mower and came over.

A few long strides and he was next to her and the man drifted back up the garden.

‘How are you finding it then, life on Baker Crescent?’ Nick said.

‘I… well, everyone seems very nice,’ she stammered, willing the heat in her face to do one. ‘Cora has been very good to me.’

‘Hmm. She can be an eccentric old bat at times. Goes on a bit with her stories, but I’m very fond of her.’ He nodded. ‘Have you had the misfortune of meeting your other neighbours yet?’

He nodded to the house next door.

‘You mean David? Yes, we’ve met.’

He watched her steadily but didn’t comment. She felt he somehow wanted more from her, and so she began babbling to allay her embarrassment.

‘I met his mum, Pat, briefly too. They seem very nice. In fact, I’m working at Kellington’s in town, where David is a parking attendant.’

‘Watch him,’ Nick hissed.

‘Sorry?’ She swallowed.

‘David.’ He kept his voice low. ‘Watch him. That’s all I’m saying.’

She felt a flush rise from her neck. ‘I… I’m not sure what…’

‘Some people pretend to be one thing when really they’re something else altogether… if you get my drift.’

‘I’m not sure I do,’ she said slowly. ‘Do I need to be worried?’

Nick opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. His eyes slid sideways, focusing on the small window behind her.

Holly twisted round to see Cora standing in the doorway with her arms folded.

Wordlessly Nick turned and scurried back down the garden.

Nick had kept his voice low, so she doubted Cora had overheard what he had said.

Holly knew that the older woman thought a lot of David. She might not like to hear Nick’s strange warning.

Holly waited for her to say something but Cora simply turned away and began chopping salad.

Holly stepped back inside the kitchen just as someone knocked frantically at the door.