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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. MORE FROM GEMMA ROGERS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  66. ABOUT BOLDWOOD BOOKS

I woke late again on Friday morning with no motivation to get out of bed. My muscles ached from the gym and I struggled to raise my arms above my head to wash my hair. I couldn’t face Ian knowing what was coming tomorrow. I’d make an excuse about why I couldn’t go to the gym. I was going shopping for a new outfit. He’d like that, me getting all glammed up for our date. His ego would be nicely inflated even before I arrived.

Ben joined me for a quick breakfast when he got home from his night shift. I hadn’t seen much of him all week. We’d turned into ships passing in the night, gone were our themed dinners and movie nights.

‘How are things?’ he asked, spooning cereal into his mouth as I slurped my protein shake.

‘Good. Going to look into doing that personal training qualification next week,’ I lied to make conversation. To fill the crevice between us. It was as if we didn’t know what to talk about any more. The banter had dried up. I didn’t want to hear about Amy and, thankfully, he spared me that. At the same time Ian was a topic I wanted to avoid too.

‘That’s good.’

‘Any closer to finding a flat?’

‘That’s on hold for a bit.’

‘Oh?’ I shuffled forward in my seat, chastising myself for being so obvious.

‘Yeah. Amy just likes to get ahead of herself.’ I couldn’t agree more.

When Ben left to go to bed, my shoulders felt lighter, not because he’d left the room but because he’d seen sense. It was too early for them to move in together. I knew it was none of my business and I had my own motives to want to slow things down, but it had got serious way too quickly.

I stared at Ben’s closed door. There was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t. It may be the last time I saw him for a while, maybe even forever. It was melodramatic but so was my mood. I couldn’t think about it any longer, I had to get to work.

When Jason came to relieve me after my shift, I managed a quick workout, skipping and floor exercises. My arms were too sore to box. I did what I could and when I had no more left to give I returned home. I wanted to make a few phone calls.