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  1. Also by Erica James
  2. Copyright
  3. Note to Readers
  4. Contents
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-One
  56. Chapter Fifty-Two
  57. Chapter Fifty-Three
  58. Chapter Fifty-Four
  59. Chapter Fifty-Five
  60. Chapter Fifty-Six
  61. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  62. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  63. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  64. Chapter Sixty
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. About the Publisher

‘I fear it’s come with a receding hairline and a grizzled beard; all my edges have been softened.’

‘I rather like your grizzled beard,’ she said, ‘it makes you look—’

‘If you say it makes me look like a cuddly teddy bear, I shall throw you over my shoulder and dunk you in the sea.’

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

‘No, I wouldn’t, not when I’m now officially a year older; my back would probably give out.’

‘Thinking of your birthday, I have an idea. In the morning, while I make you a birthday cake, why don’t you move some of your things in from next door. How does that sound?’

‘It sounds good. Especially the bit about a birthday cake. I can’t remember the last time I had one made for me.’

‘Then I shall bake you a cake to remember!’ she said with another happy laugh. ‘And guess what we should do now.’

‘Go on.’

‘We should go for a swim.’

‘A swim, you say. In yonder actual sea just some few yards from our feet and which is no doubt colder than the Champagne we’ve just drunk?’

‘Yes,’ she said with what sounded like a sparkle of challenging mischief in her voice. ‘Just like that time when a bunch of us booked a long weekend in a holiday camp on the Norfolk coast at the end of the autumn term and we all decided that what we needed was a refreshing swim to wake us up.’

‘God yes, it was bloody freezing. We must have been mad.’

‘And do you remember how Andrea and Suzie kept complaining about the smell in their chalet?’

‘I do. We were really mean to them because the rest of us pretended we couldn’t smell anything.’

‘Whereas the truth was it smelt like there was a rotting body hidden under the floorboards!’

They both laughed.

Then: ‘That was the weekend I planned to ask you out,’ said Ellis, ‘but Stewart beat me to it.’

‘And so you hooked up with Mandy instead,’ said Naomi.

Ellis frowned. ‘Was it Mandy?’

‘It was. I remember thinking what an attractive couple you made.’

‘Well, I think you and I make a much more attractive couple all these years on.’

Naomi smiled. ‘So how about that swim?’

‘I’m game if you are,’ he said.

Within no time they had stripped off and, clasping each other’s hands, they ran pell-mell into the sea. When they were fully submerged and gasping for breath at the coldness of the water, they swam to keep themselves warm. After some minutes of swimming in the still quiet, save for the lapping of waves on the shoreline, they swam towards each other. Linking her hands around Ellis’s neck, Naomi kissed him. ‘Thank you,’ she said.

‘What for?’

‘For being mad enough to do this with me.’

‘Happy to oblige the future Mrs Ashton. If that’s how the lady would like to be addressed.’

She laughed and threw back her head with an expression of joyful abandon, the moonlight casting a silvery radiance over her face so that for a split second she resembled a glistening marble statue. ‘It sounds perfectly wonderful!’ she said.