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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Rachael Johns
  5. Title Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Chapter 57
  64. Chapter 58
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgements

Since my splurge for shoes on our joint credit card—and hadn’t that been a fun conversation—we’d started to divide our finances and no longer shared any accounts, except the clinic ones, which because they were part of a family trust business would take longer to settle. The money I was earning at Brewed went into my brand-spanking new personal savings account. No way I was spending any of it on his mess.

‘Ooh.’ Hayley’s eyes sparkled. ‘What did my brother dearest have to say about that?’

I relayed our phone conversation to her word for word:

‘Who is Handy House Inc and what on earth have you paid them three hundred dollars for?’

‘They’re a cleaning company I had come over to annihilate the mess you left me.’

‘You can’t just take money from the work account for household bills.’

‘Fine. Then next time don’t leave the house in such a state that I have no other choice. That wasn’t part of our deal.’

I’d braced myself for an argument but got a surprising apology instead. Adrian sounded super stressed. ‘I promise I’ll do better next time. My cleaner fell through and I haven’t had a chance to get another one.’

‘Okay,’ I said, wondering if she’d quit because Adrian didn’t know the rule about cleaning for the cleaner. ‘Good. And while we’re talking, you need to make sure the kids’ clothes are washed properly too. Saxon stunk when he came home from school on Monday. He’s a teenage boy—sometimes you need to remind him to take a shower. And also, how many nights did you feed them takeaway? The whole thing about two fruit and five veg isn’t just a catchy phrase, you know.’

‘Calm down,’ he interrupted. ‘I had a busy couple of weeks and things got on top of me. It’s okay for you, you’re not trying to hold down a full-time job as well as look after the house and children. Taking care of them—cleaning, cooking, washing, trying to help with homework—is a full-time job.’

By this stage, Hayley was laughing uncontrollably. ‘He said that? As if it was news to you?’

I nodded and smiled too; it was easy to find the humour in hindsight. ‘A full-time job he never showed any appreciation for me doing!’

‘How did you respond?’

‘I told him he didn’t need to do it all by himself, that Saxon and Payton are old enough to take on some household responsibility themselves and that we both need to encourage them to do so.’