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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

‘It’s okay, they’ve added iPads to practically every lesson from kindy,’ I said. ‘But jokes aside, even if I can get out of canteen, I’ll have to come back early as Payton will kill me if I miss another soccer game.’

‘Then drive back first thing Sunday morning. That’ll still give you six days there. But only if you want to,’ Hayley added, squeezing my hand. ‘My apartment and my mess are also available if you’d rather stay with me.’

I laughed. ‘You really should get a cleaner, because I’m going back to Ragged Point.’

Chapter 21

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21

Ragged Point

This time as I drove into Ragged Point, the car was jam-packed with supplies—more cleaning equipment, cockroach baits, oil for the creaky doors, strong-scented candles and lots of other purification paraphernalia. Charlie sat on the seat behind me. I obviously couldn’t rely on Adrian or Saxon to take care of him properly, so I’d dognapped him for the week.

‘We’re almost there, boy,’ I said, reaching over to ruffle his fur.

I pulled over in front of Brewed Awakening and waved to Sam who was heading into the general store. Typical teenager, she didn’t seem at all surprised to see me again, but Jedda’s response more than made up for her lacklustre one.

‘Oh my God. What are you doing here?’ she shrieked when she opened the back door—as it was Monday, the cafe was closed—to find Charlie and me standing there.

‘Surprise!’ I smiled, holding the leash firmly as he tried to jump up at her.

‘Who is this gorgeous thing?’ She dropped down onto her haunches.

‘This is Charlie. He’s nine years old but still acts like a puppy when he’s around new people. He’ll calm down in a moment.’

‘Ooh, you’re perfect just as you are, aren’t you, baby?’ Jedda held Charlie’s face between her hands and nuzzled his wet nose with her own. ‘What kind of dog is he?’

‘A standard schnauzer.’

‘Gorgeous.’ She straightened and looked back to me. ‘So, why are you and this divine creature here? Not that I’m complaining.’

I gave her the short version of the progress I’d made in my marriage. Or lack thereof.

‘Did you try the naked selfies?’ she asked.

‘I couldn’t bring myself to do it.’

Truthfully, I wasn’t sure an image of me in my birthday suit would actually entice Adrian home. I’d had two kids, I liked eating cake and drinking wine, and until recently exercise and I weren’t on first name terms. How could I compete with the young things he’d likely find online?