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Chapters (52)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. The Break Up
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Acknowledgements
  50. Dear Reader …
  51. Keep Reading …
  52. About the Publisher

‘Planning on running off into the sunset with one of them?’ Even though I knew in my belly that he must be joking, there was something in his tone that made me uncomfortable. And I couldn’t work out what reaction he wanted. ‘Anyway, Dad just commented on how he didn’t expect us to settle down and all the rest of it. He gave me the same “Are you thinking straight?” speech that everyone else has given us.’

I frowned. Not everyone had given us that speech. But the comment made me wonder who he’d been talking to. I shook my head and tried to find what felt like the right response. ‘Thinking straight or not, when you know, you know. Right?’

‘Right.’ He fidgeted, then smiled, a wide smile that looked clumsy on him. ‘So, I’m driving home Sunday morning. It should take a couple of hours, if I leave early enough, and I was wondering if I could swing by? Probably around lunchtime.’

‘I can make us something?’

‘No, no, that’s not what I meant. I just thought – you know, on my way back, it’d be good to see you. Catch up, talk.’ He gave a tight smile. ‘I haven’t made plans with the lads or anything. I didn’t know whether you were seeing the girls?’

‘Oh, no, I’m seeing them Friday night for the—’

‘Ah, the master plan?’

I laughed. ‘The master plan. I’ve got everything ready. They think it’s just dinner. I don’t know that they’ve guessed there’s anything more to it.’

‘Good.’ He nodded and then looked around the room. ‘That’s really good.’ He sounded like he wanted to say more but didn’t.

Something’s off, I decided, then. ‘Babe, is everything okay? You look like there’s something stuck in your throat.’

‘It’s just been weird, being away from you like this. I’ve thought too much.’ He laughed, and it at least sounded more genuine than the last attempt he’d made. ‘I’ve spent too much time with Mum, too much time talking to Dad. You know what it’s like with them.’

‘Parents and their crazy ways.’ I tried to sound like I was talking generally. But yes, I knew all about Rowan’s parents and how wearing it was to be around them for more than five minutes – let alone half a week. ‘Well, you’ll be home soon.’