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  1. Honeymoon for One
  2. Portia MacIntosh
  3. Contents
  4. 1
  5. My Wedding Day
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. Day 2
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. Day 3
  15. 9
  16. 10
  17. Day 4
  18. 11
  19. 12
  20. 13
  21. Day 5
  22. 14
  23. Day 6
  24. 15
  25. 16
  26. 17
  27. Day 7
  28. 18
  29. 19
  30. 20
  31. Day 8
  32. 21
  33. 22
  34. 23
  35. Day 9
  36. 24
  37. 25
  38. 26
  39. Day 10
  40. 27
  41. 28
  42. 29
  43. 30
  44. 31
  45. Day 11
  46. 32
  47. 33
  48. 34
  49. 35
  50. Day 12
  51. 36
  52. 37
  53. 38
  54. 39
  55. Day 13
  56. 40
  57. Five Months Later
  58. 41
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. More from Portia MacIntosh
  61. About the Author
  62. About Boldwood Books

Everything is wonderful, until something casts a dark shadow over the day. Literally, even with my eyes closed, I can tell that the sun has disappeared all of a sudden. I open my eyes and see Daniel standing over me.

‘Hello,’ he says.

‘What?’ I ask, making no time for pleasantries with the man who ruined my life.

‘Can we ask a favour, please?’ he starts as Eva steps out from behind him, a cocktail in each hand. ‘Can we have that sunlounger? It’s the only available one on the whole beach, and we’ve got our drinks now – even if we can just use the table…’

I want to tell him to get lost – to go and sit in the sea, for all I care. But they don’t sound like the words of someone who isn’t bothered, do they? I’ll sound very bothered if I say that – or petty at the least. I’m trying to be the bigger person here, or at least seem it.

I glance at Ali. She lifts her sunglasses and narrows her eyes at me, telepathically imploring me to say no. Freddie, on the other hand, gives me an encouraging smile.

‘Sure,’ I reply. ‘Why not?’

‘It’s nice that we can all still hang out,’ Eva says.

If I’m being honest, I think she’s being more of a bimbo than a bitch. She’s always been a bit dim, and a complete lack of understanding of this situation only goes to prove it. If I were her, I’d be mortified, and if I saw the look on Ali’s face, I’d probably fear for my life. Perhaps she finds confidence in knowing me, knowing that I’d never physically hurt her – I’d definitely give Ali an alibi though.

‘Hey, Lila,’ Freddie says to snatch my attention.

I look over at him as he sits up on his sunlounger. He’s wearing a rather small pair of shorts, which have ridden up his legs, over his massive thighs. As he sits forward his rippling torso muscles look even more defined than usual. I move my eyes from his body to meet his gaze.

‘Sit with me,’ he says, patting the space between his legs. ‘Then Daniel and Eva can have a seat each.’

I stare at him for a moment. My God, he’s smart. By suggesting I cuddle up with him, not only is it going to drive Daniel crazy, but with two seats up for grabs, it means I won’t have to watch Daniel and Eva snuggle up together. So smart.

‘Okay,’ I say, trying to sound casual, rather than over the moon and slightly terrified.

I sit down on the edge of Freddie’s sunlounger. As I scoot closer to him, he swipes me up with one of his strong arms, placing me lying on my side between his legs, with my upper body rested on his – cuddled up to his.

Ali is watching like a hawk over her sunglasses. For her, I imagine this is happening in slow motion, with wah-wah pedal-heavy music playing in the background.