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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
- 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
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- Chapter 115
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- Chapter 118
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I want to go to Peru. For charity. I’d love Greg to want to come with me. Is that really too much to ask?
My stomach is in knots and the last thing I want to do is eat, but I force my sarnies down really, really slowly, chewing and chewing each bite and even though they taste like sawdust in my mouth, I make them last a really long time.
Chapter 39
Chapter 39
I stomp down the mountain. I fall into a brook on the way. I get back into the car. Hours later. Soaking wet. Greg starts the engine. We sleep back-to-back in the lumpy bed in the Mountain View Guest House. Which is equally bad, if not worse, than Mrs Emerson’s Clifftop Guest House. The sexy lingerie has already been returned to the sexy lingerie emporium, so no worries on that front.
We drive home in silence.
Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Lauren drove down to Bath with the wind beneath her wheels. As much as she wanted to feel cool towards Jude, to punish him for being married, for being only available to her on a part-time basis and entirely on his terms, her heart had other ideas.
The hotel, as he’d promised, was magnificent. Set high on one of the hills above the centre of the city, it was a grand Georgian mansion of mellow stone and splendid proportions. A quintessentially English destination for lovers. Another marvellous addition to the dirty weekends diary.
Jude hadn’t yet arrived. For once, it would have been nice if he’d been waiting here to meet her, if she was the one running into his arms. Still, he’d be here soon enough and then the loving and the laughing could start.
At this hotel, they even had their own appointed butler dressed in black tails and striped trousers. Lauren was shown to their suite by him. Jude had surpassed himself. Champagne was already waiting on ice.
The rooms were elegant, traditional. They were decorated in a tastefully understated way – cream walls and bedlinen, silvery green and burgundy soft furnishings. Lauren could have written the definitive guide to hotel rooms, since she’d seen the inside of so many during her relationship with her boss.
This time she wouldn’t get the saucy lingerie out until later. It wouldn’t do to tempt fate. Maybe they’d walk into Bath, have lunch there. Take a look at some of the sights. With the day stretching ahead of them they could afford not to rush straight to bed as they usually did.