Pole Position

by Rebecca J. Caffery

‘Love you all, too. Kiss both of them goodnight for me.’ ‘Hope you aren’t forgetting me,’ her husband, Grant, says with a grin, appearing behind her, Jesse fast asleep on his hip as he heads for the stairs. ‘Kiss the big baby for me too.’ I make kissing noises into the camera and then the line cuts off and I’m back to being alone in my hotel. Again.

I’d never considered arson before I found myself living in a motorhome with Harper James.

‘Judith, Angie, this is Harper James. Hendersohm’s second driver and my, um, my … man friend.’