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- 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
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- Chapter 100
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- 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
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- Chapter 117
- Chapter 118
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‘I could stump up for breakfast by way of thanks. There’s a great greasy spoon down the road.’
‘You must be feeling better.’
‘Want to?’
‘Can I use your shower first?’
‘Sure.’
She went into the bedroom and pulled on her clothes and scraped her hair back into a pony-tail.
From the shower, she could hear Zak whistling ‘Torn Between Two Lovers’. At least, that’s what she thought it was. It was terrible, tuneless, and it made her smile when she had wondered at one point last night whether she’d ever smile again. Then Lauren had a momentary image of Zak’s taut, toned body in her bathroom, covered in soapsuds and rivulets of water.
An involuntary gulp travelled down her throat. Bacon and eggs. That was definitely all that was on the menu.
Chapter 25
Chapter 25
I’m in the office first thing on Monday morning. Greg and I still aren’t speaking. Blake Chadwick’s Lotus Exige roars into the car park and moments later he breezes through the swing doors.
‘Morning, Sexy.’
‘Hello, BC.’
Clearly, he’s on a mission this morning as he’s through the next set of doors before I can say anything else. He looks like a man who wouldn’t mind getting his kit off on a nuddy beach.
I pick up the phone and dial Lauren’s number.
‘Hi, sis,’ she says when she answers. ‘Ringing to fill me in on all the sordid details of your dirty weekend?’
‘The sexy lingerie was a waste of money,’ I tell her with a pained sigh. ‘I didn’t even get it out of the bag. I’m taking it back at lunchtime.’
‘Oh, Annie.’
‘Don’t “Oh, Annie” me,’ I tell her. ‘I was fun. I was spontaneous. I ran into the sea in my bra and knickers.’
‘In Cromer?’ she asks incredulously.
‘In Holkham, to be accurate.’
‘Wow,’ Lauren says with a raucous laugh. ‘Good on you!’
‘Well, Greg didn’t think it was very funny. He stormed off in a huff. He’s still not really talking to me. He thinks it’s either my hormones or another man.’
‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ she chips in.
‘That’s pretty much what I said. Please tell me that you had a better time than me.’
‘Not really,’ Lauren confesses. ‘Jude brought his wife to the office do. I was mortified.’
I bet his wife wasn’t too impressed either, but I say nothing. After all this time, can Mrs Jude really be completely unaware of what’s going on between her husband and one of his employees?
‘Zak took me home and I ending up spending the rest of the weekend with him.’
‘Oh, really?’
‘In a purely platonic way,’ my sister adds hastily.
‘He’s the web-designer guy?’
‘The very same,’ she says. ‘He’s lovely. So kind.’
‘Does he have a wife and two children?’