Chapters (129)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Acknowledgements
- CONTENTS
- 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 bought it with my last long-term girlfriend,’ he confessed. ‘She was a real country freak. We both loved the area, going for bracing walks in the winter, having candlelit dinners, the whole log-fire thing. When we split, I bought her out of the cottage. I thought it would work as a bachelor bolt-hole. But then it just didn’t have the same appeal. Trekking up there to spend the weekend on my own seemed just too much of a sad bastard thing to do. Now all I do is go to check on it every few months. I’m even thinking of getting rid when the market picks up.’
‘I didn’t know that.’
‘You don’t know everything about me, Lauren Osbourne,’ he said with a laugh.
She wondered what else she didn’t know about Zak. ‘Do you have any other dark secrets, Zakary Reynolds?’
‘Oh, I have lots of skeletons in my closet,’ he said with an air of the macabre. ‘But I’ll clear them all out so that you can hang your clothes in there if you insist.’
Suddenly, Lauren realised that she would like to know a lot more about this man. She drummed her fingers on the table. ‘How would you get away from work?’
‘I’ll take some leave.’
‘Jude will know,’ she said. ‘He’ll sack you.’
‘What will be, will be.’
‘Is that Chekhov too?’ she teased.
‘No. I think that was Doris Day.’
‘Could we really just disappear?’ A thrill of excitement ran through her exhausted body.
Her friend shrugged. ‘I don’t see why not. We could be there in a few hours. Far from the madding crowd.’
And persistent ex-lovers. Lauren grinned at him. ‘Then let’s do it.’
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Chapter 85
Every day I sell out of my sandwiches and cakes. Every day I take more in. I never realised how hungry these people were. That’s the youth of today for you – no thought of their middle-aged waistlines.
By today, Friday, at close of business I should have made the grand sum of two hundred and ninety-five pounds and I’m almost delirious with joy. I’ve around five hundred pounds to raise now and, if I can avoid giving my colleagues food poisoning, it should take me just a few weeks more. In fact, this is such a lucrative side-line that I’m thinking of carrying on so that I can raise my spending money too. Even when I’m back from Peru, the extra cash would certainly come in handy at home.