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  1. Blast from the Past
  2. Copyright
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  68. About the Author
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‘Ah, but this connection, is it just physical? Surely there’s got to be more than just good sex.’

Jon’s face lit up. ‘Ah, so you admit it was good. It was good, wasn’t it?’

‘Do you believe that we have all had past lives? I didn’t, but—’

‘Oh absolutely. Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? I’ve seen a dead body twice, my mother and my father, and it was so clear that, although their bodies were there, they’d gone somewhere else, as if they’d left the physical self that they’d inhabited behind like a piece of used clothing. They have to have gone on somewhere.’

I wasn’t sure if Jon was just coming out with this, pretending to take it seriously just to get me in to bed. ‘Yes, but where? Where had they gone? You believe the spirit lives on but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it moves on to a different life.’

‘That’s the big question. No doubt we’ll find out one day. A friend of mine had an amazing daughter; she’s twenty-nine now, but she could play the piano like a concert pianist at the age of five – no kidding, complete genius. Her parents always used to joke that she was the reincarnation of Mozart.’

‘He was a child genius too, wasn’t he?’

‘He was. Maybe that’s the explanation. Be nice to think you carry some of what you’ve learnt over. So, OK, this fortune-teller told you that you have a soulmate somewhere?’

‘Yes, but I don’t know how I am supposed to recognize him.’

Jon looked thoughtful for a few moments. ‘Interesting. No. I don’t think you need look any further. It’s me. Definitely.’ He grinned, moved in again and started nuzzling my neck. I gently pushed him away.

‘There has to be more to a relationship than getting physical.’

‘But it’s an important part, don’t you think? Has to be. I mean, say it wasn’t me and you found some bloke who you thought is your long-lost soulmate and the sex was crap. What then? Would you stay with him just because some fortune-teller said he might be your soulmate?’

‘Good point, but there are all sorts of aspects to a relationship – companionship, kindness, shared interests, learning from each other, enjoying each other’s company outside the bedroom.’

‘OK. How about this then? I think we should give us a go. You and me. We get to know each other better. Think about it, take your time, but I reckon we could have a good time together. You say you have no plans for the immediate future?’

‘Only that I’m going to take some time off. Stop, re-evaluate, and not rush into anything.’