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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Family Tree
  5. ACT ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. A NEW HEIR-A?
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. ACT TWO
  18. CHAPTER ONE
  19. CHAPTER TWO
  20. CHAPTER THREE
  21. CHAPTER FOUR
  22. CHAPTER FIVE
  23. BEX AND NICK (FINALLY) PLAY BALL
  24. CHAPTER SEVEN
  25. ACT THREE
  26. CHAPTER ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWO
  28. CHAPTER THREE
  29. CHAPTER FOUR
  30. CHAPTER FIVE
  31. CHAPTER SIX
  32. CHAPTER SEVEN
  33. CHAPTER EIGHT
  34. CHAPTER NINE
  35. ACT FOUR
  36. CHAPTER ONE
  37. CHAPTER TWO
  38. CHAPTER THREE
  39. CHAPTER FOUR
  40. CHAPTER FIVE
  41. CHAPTER SIX
  42. CHAPTER SEVEN
  43. CHAPTER EIGHT
  44. CHAPTER NINE
  45. Discover More
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Authors
  48. ALSO BY HEATHER COCKS AND JESSICA MORGAN
  49. PRAISE FOR

Their rapprochement had begun after that day in Clarence House. Nick and Freddie had stayed in that room for some time, and when they’d emerged—Nick first, then Freddie five minutes later—we’d all left separately, Nick and me to our place and Freddie and Daphne back to his. I waited until we were home, and let Nick take half an hour to decompress on the couch before I even ventured into his office. He was still lying on the sofa staring at the ceiling, a small smile playing at his lips.

“How’s it going?” I asked, peeking in and wiggling a can of lager I’d grabbed from the kitchen. “Want me to leave you alone a bit longer?”

“Never,” he said, sitting up. “Oooh, just what the doctor ordered.” He popped open the can and slurped at the eruption of foam. “I’m sure you’re wondering what was said.”

“Meh.” I shrugged.

He grinned and took another deep sip. “Good, because the answer is, nothing.”

“Bullshit,” I said, flopping down next to him on the sofa.

“Not at all,” he said. “That’s the thing.” He shook his head slowly. “You saw me hug him, and you saw him cry. We stood like that for a while, and then he sat back down to blow his nose, so I took the interviewer’s chair opposite him and we…I don’t know, just sort of stayed like that. I couldn’t even tell you how long we sat there. And then we both somehow knew when it was time to get up and leave.”

“You seriously didn’t say anything?” I asked. “Freddie went that long without speaking?”

Nick nodded. “Shocking, I know,” he said. “I kept thinking, I wish I knew what to say, I should think of something to say, and then in the middle of all that I realized I already knew what he needed.” His eyes turned moist. “To know that we still have that ability to be a comfort to each other, just by being in the same room.…” Nick swigged his beer and let out a happy sigh. “For the first time since we had words that Thanksgiving, I feel optimistic,” he said. “The great irony being that today we didn’t use words at all. Now let’s get you one of these beers. I don’t like day-drinking alone and I shall need at least one more.”