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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. Chapter Forty-three
  47. Chapter Forty-four
  48. Chapter Forty-five
  49. Chapter Forty-six
  50. Chapter Forty-seven
  51. Chapter Forty-eight
  52. Chapter Forty-nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-one
  55. Chapter Fifty-two
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. About the Author
  58. Also by the author
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She deliberately breathed in slowly and then out. In and out. She needed to let everything go, and just concentrate on healing herself from the shock of the accident and her own small injuries. She also needed to believe that Zac’s memory would return.

She’d visit him again tomorrow, convince him to come, and start again. She needed him to come with her. To let whatever their future together would be to grow naturally, because loving someone couldn’t be forced.

Or forgotten.

Or lost.

Could it?

She slowed her breathing again as a wave of sadness rolled over her, and she brushed away a lone, stupid tear as it threatened to run down her cheek. It could have been much worse. She had to keep telling herself that. He’d be physically fine. Dr Fithers had said he was happy with the scans. It was the amnesia and the loss of the last weeks that felt like a chasm between then when they’d only just found happiness.

Mim turned her head again as if she knew what Ava was thinking. ‘He’ll be fine, darling.’ She smiled encouragingly at Ava. ‘He seems very strong …’ She paused and her eyes twinkled. ‘He seems like a particularly virile man, and I imagine his recuperative powers are impressive.’

Was there innuendo in that statement? Surely Mim couldn’t know that they’d slept together. Ava felt her cheeks warm and the sudden lift of her spirits was something she’d not have believed possible even a minute ago, but such was the magic of Mim.

Darling Mim. Nobody could love their family more, nor mischievously direct from the sidelines in the loving way Mim did.

The next morning, Ava drove back to the hospital, her fingers tense on the steering wheel. She went early, deciding she’d come back to the flat to pack after she knew Zac’s decision. She had things to do in town before she left.

Mostly she was thinking about if he said no. Which was the opposite to what she should be doing – affirmations and all that. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen because she’d convince him. But what if he did? Then she’d have to try to forget him and also the fact that she’d found the man she instinctively knew could have given her a happily ever after.