A Sunset in Sydney

Sandy Barker

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A Sunset in Sydney

SANDY BARKER

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2020

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Source ISBN: 9780008390020

Version: 2022-09-16

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

PART ONE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

PART TWO

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

PART THREE

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Eight months later …

A Note from the Author and Acknowledgements

Also by Sandy Barker

About the Author

About the Publisher

For my bestie, Lindsey.

I couldn’t have done it without you.

PART ONE

Chapter 1

“So, you took yourself off to Greece on a gorgeous holiday, adamant that you didn’t want to meet someone, and you actually met two someones?” My sister, Cat, peered at me from the other end of her couch with what seemed like a mix of admiration and disbelief. I tried not to be insulted by the latter.

“Yep,” I replied, my wine-soaked brain unable to conjure something more eloquent.

I watched her expression evolve into something else. Wait, was that pride? She plonked her empty glass on the coffee table, then flashed me a huge smile. “Well, good for you, Sarah.” Pride it was! I grinned back at her like the idiot I was.

We were ensconced in her London flat—she, the little sister who had lived in the UK for a decade and me, the big sister, who was visiting from Sydney.

Ten days before, I’d embarked on a trip to Greece, sailing around the Greek Islands on a yacht. I’d booked it right after a heinous break-up with Neil the cheating bastard (a.k.a. Neil the fuckhead), hoping to give my tepid, stagnant life a kick up the bum. I’d envisioned sun, sea, lots of reading and thinking, and eating my bodyweight in Greek salads.