Of course. The golf tournament was coming up soon. Hannah wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved.

And spent an age trying to figure out how she did feel, or more to the point, how to respond to his invitation.

Last night, she certainly didn’t want to reply immediately, not until she had a chance to think things through properly. Plus she was so agitated it felt as if someone had just turned the heat up by twenty degrees, so Hannah moved into the living room and opened the window, suddenly desperate for some air.

Then heard another follow-up message come in.

Leaving the phone untouched on the countertop so that it would go into sleep mode, and thus Rob would figure that she was no longer online, she slunk down on the sofa and kicked off her shoes, popping one of the goodies originally destined for Ed into her mouth.

She was no longer in the mood for neighbourly relations, or indeed tiptoeing around outside in the hallway, not when her mind was in such turmoil. She could always drop them off in the morning, but in the meantime, no point in letting them go to waste.

The switched-off phone remained silent, but Hannah couldn’t relax, expecting it to buzz again any second. Not being able to check was torture though, so she got up and decided to distract herself by pouring herself a glass of wine. Then retreating to the sofa, she grabbed her laptop and began mindlessly scrolling online in the hope of clearing her head a bit until she could better think straight.

An email alert popped up, but she ignored it, determined not to be drawn into her work inbox and potentially more drama with a client. She had more than enough of that to contend with as it was. But the email alert reminded her that there was actually a way to covertly check Rob’s messages without revealing on his side that she was currently online.

Safe in the knowledge that those damning blinking dots wouldn’t give her away this time, Hannah took a mouthful of wine and then clicked into iMessage, quickly running her gaze over her ex’s latest words, trying to figure out the meaning behind them.

You were always my lucky charm, after all.

OK, so he wanted to get together while he was in town. To what purpose? To apologize, explain himself, try to win her back … or in the hope of a roll in the hay for old times’ sake? She didn’t know how she felt about any of those possibilities but what Hannah did know was that she really did need to speak to Zoe. Her friend would help her make sense out of all this, or more to the point, make sure she saw sense.