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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Acknowledgments
  32. Thank you for reading…
  33. You will also love…
  34. About the Author
  35. Also by Julie Caplin
  36. One More Chapter...
  37. About the Publisher

Hannah might have got over her initial feelings had Sadie not suggested a company-wide bake off for Comic Relief. When Hannah produced her Victoria sponge, made to a recipe her aunt had taught her when she was thirteen, she had been proud of the rise of the sponge, the even shape, and the perfectly sprinkled icing sugar on top. It looked professional and competent… until she saw Sadie’s magnificent three-tiered raspberry mousse and chocolate cake that looked as if it could have been served at The Ritz for tea. For some reason it made Hannah feel safe and dull. She was still plodding the same safe furrow that had guided her since childhood. Still using the same recipe. Still working for the same company. Still the same, sensible person. Stupid that something like a cake had brought her up short, but it had. She’d always stuck to the easy things, never made herself do things out of her comfort zone. When she’d seen the article in the Sunday supplement about Adrienne, something inside her had taken it as a sign. That competitive part of her didn’t like being bad at something.

Jason was still looking at her and she realised he was still expecting an answer. ‘I saw an article about Adrienne and the school. I thought it would be a good thing to learn to cook properly.’

Jason snorted.

‘What about you? What did you do before you worked in the restaurant?’

‘Bit o’ this, bit o’ that. You know. What do you do?’

‘I’m a lawyer.’

Jason’s eyes widened with comical instant horror. ‘The law.’ He shuddered, making Hannah laugh.

‘Don’t worry. These days I don’t do criminal law.’

‘You mean you don’t do the police station jobs then.’

‘I did once. Not anymore.’ He nodded and turned around as if he couldn’t get away fast enough.

The challenge in the afternoon was puff pastry, which turned out to be a right old faff. Each time it came to turning it to fold it again, Hannah couldn’t remember if she’d turned it the right way.

‘The other way,’ whispered Bronagh at her elbow. The girl was assisting her and Fliss, buzzing between them as she removed dirty dishes, brought over more supplies, and wiped up spillages.