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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. REWRITE THE STARS
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Epigraph
  6. i
  7. ii
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Epilogue
  35. Acknowledgements
  36. About the Author
  37. Also by Emma Heatherington
  38. About the Publisher

‘It’s like Doctor Doug Ross is coming to visit,’ I tell him, ‘so the finest crockery will be pulled out that day. My mam was a big fan of the series ER. She thinks you’re like a younger George Clooney in your white coat. I think she’d faint if she ever saw you in green scrubs.’

He looks away shyly and I take a moment to admire him from where I’m sitting across from him. Jack is easy on the eye, there’s no doubt about that. He’s neat, he’s tidy, he’s well-groomed and impeccably dressed, always. He’s sexy in his scrubs, which he wears when on surgical duty at a different hospital, he’s hunky in his casual pale blue shirt that he wears now under a tailored black jacket and he’s equally handsome in a T-shirt when he’s just been to the gym. His short brown hair, charming blue eyes and wholesome smile could light up a room, and anyone who’s met us both lately believe we’re a match made in heaven. The doctor and the teacher – we look good together, we laugh a lot and he’s invested months of his career in saving my brother’s life.

So why do I still feel like there’s something missing?

Sophie and Harry Darling, Harry and Sophie Darling.

I go over and over the names of Jack’s friends in my head, desperately hoping I don’t get them wrong when I see them later. I’m hopeless with names and these two sound like they belong in the royal family, but I’m looking forward to meeting people from Jack’s world. So far in our ‘relationship’ it’s been all about my family, especially Matthew.

Psychologist Sophie Darling, née Walsh, is a lifelong friend of Jack’s from boarding school and her husband Harry is an ex rugby player, now a dentist, who moved here from Wales when they married two years ago. We’re going for drinks in an award-winning wine bar, then to dinner in a top seafood restaurant and tonight we’ll stay in Harry and Sophie’s spare room in their apartment they share with their two Yorkshire terriers.

I feel incredibly out of my depth for some reason. I’m a working-class girl from the asshole of nowhere. Maybe it’s just nerves.