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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Acknowledgements
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- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- Chapter 104
- Chapter 105
- Chapter 106
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- Chapter 108
- Chapter 109
- Chapter 110
- Chapter 111
- Chapter 112
- Chapter 113
- Chapter 114
- Chapter 115
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- Chapter 117
- Chapter 118
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‘I want to make sure I’m first in the queue next Saturday morning.’
‘You can’t afford me,’ I quip, thinking of the hundred quid he gave me. Then, ‘Thanks so much for the contribution to my fighting fund.’
‘I told you,’ he says, and our eyes meet. ‘Worth every penny. And I meant it.’ He leans on my desk and suddenly the temperature shoots up in here. ‘You’ll do this, Annie. You’ll get to Peru. And I’ll be there for you, cheering you on.’
Then he goes. Which is just as well because there’s not a lot I can think of to say to that.
Chapter 54
Chapter 54
It was seven o’clock by the time Lauren got home. Jude followed her minutes later. He tossed his jacket on to the sofa, making himself at home. What would happen, she mused, if they split up, as a considerable part of her mortgage was paid for by Jude?
He came and twined his arms round her, holding her tightly. ‘God, I love you,’ he murmured against her neck.
Why was she even thinking like that? This year was going to be her year. By the time she was forty, she’d be with Jude if it was the last thing she did. Though she was coming to realise that it was going to be a much more tricky achievement than raising two thousand pounds for Annie to do the Inca Trail.
‘I love the curve of your neck, the scent of you. All day long I’ve wanted to make love to you.’
‘I thought I was getting a back rub?’
‘Would you like it before or after?’ He grinned at her and took her hand and led her through to the bedroom.
Moments later she was naked in his arms. As he moved above her she wondered how often he made love to his wife. Never, if she believed Jude’s account of their non-existent love-life. But did she really buy into that? Did they reach the heights of ecstasy that Lauren and Jude did? She’d never had a lover as good as Jude and that was a hard drug to give up.
Her mobile phone rang. ‘Leave it,’ Jude instructed, but she picked it up and looked at the display in case it was her sister.