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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Sarah Morgan
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1Milly
  7. Chapter 2Nicole
  8. Chapter 3Milly
  9. Chapter 4Connie
  10. Chapter 5Milly
  11. Chapter 6Nicole
  12. Chapter 7Milly
  13. Chapter 8Connie
  14. Chapter 9Nicole
  15. Chapter 10Milly
  16. Chapter 11Connie
  17. Chapter 12Milly
  18. Chapter 13Nicole
  19. Chapter 14Milly
  20. Chapter 15Zoe
  21. Chapter 16Milly
  22. Chapter 17Nicole
  23. Chapter 18Milly
  24. Chapter 19Nicole
  25. Chapter 20Milly
  26. Chapter 21Zoe
  27. Chapter 22Connie
  28. Chapter 23Nicole
  29. Chapter 24Milly
  30. Chapter 25Nicole
  31. Chapter 26Milly
  32. Chapter 27Nicole
  33. Chapter 28Milly
  34. Chapter 29Milly
  35. Acknowledgments
  36. Extract
  37. Chapter 1Becky
  38. Read yourself happy with
  39. About the Publisher

“If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking.”

“Oh, Milly.” Nicole gave a choked laugh and opened her eyes. “You haven’t changed one bit, and I’m so happy about that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Since Richard had walked out taking most of her confidence with him, she felt as if every part of her had changed. She could barely remember the person she used to be, but Nicole didn’t know that because she hadn’t asked.

She felt a pang of loss as she remembered how their friendship used to be. There had been no barriers between them, but now there was a barrier so big she couldn’t see past it.

Nicole turned her head to look at her. “When we were young you always refused to read scandalous stories about celebrities. You thought it was distasteful that someone was making a career out of exploiting a person’s misfortune, and you didn’t want to be part of it. You were always kind, even to people you didn’t know.”

Was that how she’d ended up where she was, with everyone taking advantage of her?

“These days it’s less about my principles and more about the fact I don’t have a moment in the day to draw breath, let alone read gossip. I have a life, Nicole!” A life she was holding together by her fingernails. And suddenly the heat flared to life again. Maybe Nicole was hurting, but she was hurting too. “I don’t have time to read much at all. I wish I did, but between raising my child alone and worrying what all this is doing to her, dealing with my selfish ex-husband, running a business at a time when everyone is watching what they’re spending and wondering if life is going to be this tough forever, there’s not a lot of spare time left for lounging around reading about people whose lives quite frankly seem pretty good from where I’m standing.” She stopped, mortified. Why had she said all that? She’d blurted out far more than she’d intended. She’d told herself that she was going to be polite and give nothing of herself. She was going to show Nicole that this friendship didn’t matter to her any more than it did to Nicole. That she’d moved on, just as Nicole had.