But my greatest fear is what happens when he walks away, because that’s what happens, and I’m not going through that hurt again.

“Yeah right, this coming from the eternally single woman. When you find this perfect man, let me know and I’ll start looking. In the meantime, I’m having the time of my life, and that’s all that matters. I mean, the guy last night was just the perfect example of that. Tall, at least six foot two, tats on his arms and chest, broad shoulders, biceps that are rock solid, and big and thick where it counts. Yeah, he can rock my world anytime. But the best part about it was when he was finished and I was completely satisfied, he got up, dressed, kissed me goodbye, thanked me for a good night, and then left, locking the door behind him. Now you can’t tell me you still get sex like that once you are married or tied down in a relationship.”

Ugghh, this is like looking at my twenty-eight-year-old self. Was I really that obnoxious and vocal about being a man-hater? I must have been hard to be around. It was probably just lucky that I had Felisha who was exactly the same. We both had dad issues, just in a totally different way.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s just a bit raw for me at the moment, and I can’t tell them why.

“How’s work, Rachel, which famous person have you rubbed shoulders with this week? And if you say Benson Boone and didn’t invite me, then I’m disowning you as a sister. I love his voice.” I know full well that my sister loves her job and always has so much to share that she will now talk for the next thirty minutes without taking a breath.

“Yeah, like I’m that mean. I know you have him on repeat on your playlist. No, but it’s been a crazy few months over the summer, but now we start to slow down because who wants to tour in London in the cold months? Seriously, there are times I wonder, should I move back to Los Angelas in the US where it’s hot all the time and no freaking snow? I mean, we have dual passports, so it would be easy enough.”

“No!” I can’t help almost jumping down her throat when she says she wants to move to America. God, that’s the last thing she can do at the moment with a nutter on the loose looking for children of Ronald Williams.

My mind is racing at all the problems with that scenario, and it’s when I then focus again that I see both my sisters just staring at me with confusion all over their faces.