Back Look At Me Now
Chapters (43)
  1. Cover
  2. Epigraph
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. 22
  26. 23
  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. 27
  31. 28
  32. 29
  33. 30
  34. 31
  35. 32
  36. 33
  37. 34
  38. 35
  39. 36
  40. Acknowledgments
  41. More from Simone Goodman
  42. About the Author
  43. About Boldwood Books

The girls settle us into the second bedroom, with champagne. The double bed is strewn with clothes, make-up and an assortment of accessories. It doesn’t appear slept in – but neither did the master suite when they gave me the grand tour.

It feels a bit voyeuristic to be here, without Harry even knowing I am.

‘Girls, why are you here without Harry?’

‘We have our own keys.’

‘We’re often here on weekends.’

‘Harry’s always working.’

‘He’s at a wedding now, though?’ I say.

‘That’s right.’

‘He says it’s safer for us to come and go from here than where we live,’ Ban says – in the light of the apartment, and after a quick check-in with the girls, I can finally distinguish between them.

‘He’s always looking out for us,’ Bip says.

‘He is the best half-step-brother ever – and we have a few to choose from.’

‘Do you agree he’s the best agent, Gracie?’ Bip asks but Ban sidles closer to me on the bed, expectantly awaiting my answer.

I pause to respond, prompting her to add, ‘Sorry, we don’t mean to upset you. We figured your chat with Harry didn’t go quite to plan last time?’ She pats my shoulder. ‘We think it was just bad timing.’

‘And bad circumstances.’

‘I’m still sure he’s got a soft spot for you.’

‘But Harry was so cross with us about, you know, leading you astray, so we haven’t dared asked,’ Bip admits.

‘It’s fine,’ I say. ‘It was not the best of circumstances last time,’ I concede. My stomach knots with the reminder of Harry rejecting me. ‘The champagne, and other things, I think, got us all carried away that night.’ I take a deep breath. ‘But I assure you, all is well. Harry is my agent – indeed, the best agent, in my opinion – and, I hope, my friend. I’m glad I bumped into you tonight, girls.’

‘Shall we blow-dry your wet hair,’ Bip offers.

‘And let’s get you out of these wet clothes,’ Ban suggests.

‘Have you lost weight, Gracie?’

‘Bip!’

‘No, it’s fine. I’ve toned up,’ I say.

‘You look amazing!’

‘She always did.’

‘Yes, but now she’ll fit into our stuff.’

‘Let’s not get carried away,’ I hasten to say.