Back Husband Material
Chapters (51)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Part One
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Part Two
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Part Three
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Part Four
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Part Five
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. SPOTLIGHT ON BOOKSELLERS: Q&A WITH ALEXIS HALL AND CATHY BERNER
  49. Acknowledgments
  50. About the Author

There was another ominous silence. Not necessarily. A pause. You need something, he can help you. Another pause. As long as you don’t go in with any expectations.

Oh, trust me I’m going in with zero expectations.

For a while I carried on sitting, trying to psych myself up to start making calls.

Take as long as you need, Oliver texted. I’m making sticky miso peppers this evening and they’re quick, so they can be ready whenever you’re home. Another pause. Assuming you do come home. Pause. Though I understand if you can’t.

God, I hoped I could. This had been a lot, and I’d expected it to be a lot, but I hadn’t quite been prepared for how much of a lot it was. And while I was slowly letting myself accept that my best friend’s wedding wasn’t going to kill my relationship, I’d have accepted it much more easily if I actually got spend time with Oliver. Which, if I swung a venue for Bridge, maybe I’d be able to.

I took a deep breath and rang Mum.

She picked up as speedily as ever. “Allô, mon caneton.”

“Hi, Mum.” I sometimes worried that I wasn’t staying in touch as well as I used to but, on balance, it was more that Mum was no longer my go-to panic dial. And, given I was nearly thirty, that was probably healthy. “How are you?”

“Oh, Luc. Some very bad things have happened.”

Part of me was instantly worried. Part of me suspected she was talking about something very minor. “What’s wrong?”

“Judy and I, we were thinking we may have to break up with the Drag Race. There is just too much of it these days. It is like when you buy something on the internet and then the internet, it thinks to itself, Well, she bought this thing, she must like this thing, so I will show her adverts for this exact same thing that she just bought from now until the day she dies.”

“I’m sorry you and Drag Race are going through a tough time at the moment.”

She gave a deep sigh. “It is very sad for us. There is the Drag Race UK, there is the Canada’s Drag Race, the Drag Race Down Under, the Untucked, the All Stars. And there are queens on the new series of All Stars who were on the last series of the main show. That does not make them an all-star. That makes them someone who lost on a reality TV show quite recently. Also”—she paused ominously—“your boyfriend is incorrect and Bimini was robbed.”