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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

I told her about Wei’s proposition and how I didn’t think I had much to lose. ‘It’s not like I have a job or anything in Perth yet. This way I’ll be occupied and hopefully the times when I’m not with the kids will go faster.’

‘Well, I’m sorry things aren’t any better with your husband,’ Jedda said, reaching out and squeezing my arm, ‘but I’m so happy to have you back for a little bit. Ooh, if you’re here the week after next you’ll have to come to our Aussie Icon Trivia Night.’

I wasn’t sure whether that sounded exciting or terrifying. ‘We’ll see.’

‘Yes, we will.’ Jedda gave me a conspiratorial wink. ‘Do you want to come in for a cuppa? I’ve just had lunch but if you’re hungry I can rustle something up.’

As tempting as that sounded, I really wanted to get to the shack, unload the car, take Charlie for a walk on the beach and start making a plan for the week ahead.

‘Can I take a raincheck? This one,’ I said, gesturing to Charlie who had finally calmed down a little, ‘has been cooped up in the car for two hours, so I want to give him a bit of a run on the beach.’

‘Of course. Bindi’s having a nap but she’s gunna be so excited to see you. She’s spent all week pointing at the cafe door and saying, “Ashy?”’

I beamed. ‘I can’t wait to see her either.’

‘Hey, why don’t you come over for dinner later?’

‘I’d love to.’

‘Bring Charlie as well. I have a feeling Bindi might fall in love with him even more than she has with you.’

I pouted and pressed a hand against my chest, feigning hurt, and then gave Jedda a cheek-kiss goodbye. ‘The wine’s on me tonight.’

‘Awesome,’ she said as she waved us off.

Charlie objected about getting into the car—no doubt terrified we were about to embark on another long journey—but I was firm; when he saw the beach, he’d be beside himself.

Sure enough, a few minutes later when I stopped the car, he looked up in surprise from where he’d been sulking on the passenger seat and all was forgiven.

‘Welcome to your home for the next week,’ I said as I led him towards the house. His tail wagged furiously, and his nose twitched as he sniffed the sea air.

‘Soon,’ I promised.

This time as I stepped into the shack, I didn’t feel dread but potential.