Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
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- One Christmas can change everything …
- It’s time to deck the halls …
- For Ava Blissham, it’s going to be a Christmas to remember …
- Sparks are flying on the island of Malta
- Come and spend summer by the sea!
- What could be better than a summer spent basking in the French sunshine?
- In a sleepy village in Italy, Sophia is about to discover a host of family secrets …
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The air in the room was now so cold that Nico expected icicles. ‘All those I’ve already mentioned,’ he retorted. ‘Especially as I need to request dependants’ leave to take me up to my annual holiday.’ He started to apprise Anders of the latest issues with Loren and Maria.
Anders interrupted. ‘What?’
Shocked that his boss wasn’t even making a pretence of hearing him out, Nico tried a fact or two. ‘It’s lawful for me to request dependants’ leave—’
‘Twice in a few weeks?’ Anders sliced in.
‘I took the last lot as paid leave.’ Nico felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. ‘It’s a reasonable request when I’m in difficult circumstances.’
White around his lips, Anders switched his gaze to his laptop. Very slowly, he closed it. ‘I’ll talk to HR and come back to you.’ His contempt was plain, probably meant to elicit a stammering apology and retraction.
Nico felt something snap inside him. ‘You have to go to HR? Management make decisions, not HR. You’re beginning to make my position untenable.’ He worked bloody hard and now Anders acted like an arsehole when asked for unpaid leave to deal with a tricky situation concerning the well-being of a toddler. Any reasonable employer would show compassion. Shaking with rage, he jumped to his feet, gaining satisfaction when Anders flinched. ‘You’ve left me no alternative but to consider my position.’ On those words he stalked from the room and worked furiously on conference calls before he left.
When he reached home he discarded his mood along with his coat, smiling his way through the evening, chatting with Josie, reading to Maria. Once Maria was sleeping and Josie listening drowsily to an audiobook in bed, he poured himself a glass of scotch and sat down calmly to work through his options with pen and paper. It didn’t take long.
Stressed out
Poor work/life balance
Single dad with, presently, two kids to look after
Childcare for two-year-old different ballgame to childcare for eight-year-old
Tilly cannot/will not help with Maria
Emelie moving out – no longer able to help with either child except occasional babysitting
Anders being a twat, he added, unprofessionally. Fundamental professional differences. Personally dislike one another but did expect a reasonable hearing.
He took a gulp of scotch and wrote his conclusion:
I need to reassess lifestyle with a view to making myself happier and responsive to current childcare. He paused and studied the list for a few moments.
Then he wrote his resignation letter.
Chapter Eleven
It was lovely to be back amongst the cosy cottages and windswept lanes of Middledip. It was just that at first Hannah was too preoccupied to realise it.