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Chapters (59)
  1. KITTY NEALE
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Table of Contents
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  58. By the same author:
  59. About the Publisher

‘Oh, nothing, forget I said anything,’ Mo answered. She wouldn’t tell Sarah what had happened, she wasn’t that mean, but Roger had flirted with her today and made it quite clear that he fancied her. She knew Sarah wasn’t putting out for him, and a good-looking bloke like Roger had his needs. If Sarah wasn’t careful, Mo thought, she might find her man’s wandering eye would lead him to a woman who was willing to please him.

‘Well, if Roger’s going to be later than usual, you may as well come in,’ Sarah said. ‘Are you sure he said his mother? I thought she died several years ago.’

‘Yep, he said his mum. Forget about the drink, love,’ Mo said after glancing at the clock on Sarah’s mantel. ‘I’ve just seen the time and Sam will be wanting his dinner. See you soon.’

‘Yes, see you,’ Sarah said, sounding distracted.

Mo ran upstairs, a roguish grin on her face. That should set the cat amongst the pigeons, she thought, and wondered if she’d hear raised voices from downstairs later.

‘How was your first day back?’ Lena asked as she dished up smoked kippers for dinner.

‘It was all right. Why are we having fish? It ain’t Friday.’

‘I just fancied some kippers. Is that OK with you?’ Lena asked.

‘Yes, but they stink the house out,’ George said, opening the kitchen window.

They sat at the table to eat, but Lena’s appetite had vanished as she felt nervous about broaching the subject of her date with Albert. She noticed George already seemed a bit fed-up, and was pushing his food around on his plate.

‘What’s the matter? Have you gone off my cooking?’ Lena asked.

‘No, it’s lovely. I’m just not very hungry,’ George answered and placed his fork back down on the table.

Something was obviously on his mind, so Lena decided to delay telling him about Albert. ‘What’s wrong? You’ve usually got a good appetite.’

‘Did you know about Sarah and Roger?’

‘What, about them seeing each other?’

‘So you did know then. You could have said something, Mum.’

‘I thought you’d sussed it when they came to visit you in hospital.’

‘Well, I didn’t and it wasn’t much fun finding out about them on my first day back. I ain’t half peed off with him. He’s supposed to be my mate.’