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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Dedication
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
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  40. Acknowledgements
  41. Keep Reading…
  42. About the Author
  43. Also by Camilla Way
  44. About the Publisher

He looked up now as Clara walked towards him, and as he watched her a warmth of emotion came to him. The love he felt for her was the one certainty in all of this; despite all that had happened, all the wrong he had done, it was still the one, undeniable truth: Clara belonged to him. Over the past five months as they’d waited for the case to go to trial, he’d fallen more deeply in love with her than he’d ever thought possible.

‘Are you OK?’ Clara asked, putting her hand on his arm. Such a friendly, affectionate gesture. It didn’t mean anything, he knew; she didn’t feel about him as he did about her. But maybe one day she would. Her love for Luke was finished, that was clear. Maybe the friendship she felt for him would develop into something more.

He swallowed back his fear and regret and forced himself to smile. Perhaps she’d never find out, perhaps it would all be OK. ‘Come on,’ he said, putting his arm around her. ‘Let’s get out of here, shall we?’

35

London, 2017

Hannah slammed the payphone receiver down and allowed the waiting officer to lead her back to her unit. How fucking dare Mac hang up on her like that? Spineless. He was utterly spineless.

She had been on remand for months now, though the trial was finally nearing its end. She would be found guilty of course, and her sentence would be a long one, but she didn’t particularly care. She was neither more nor less happy in prison – it made little difference to her. And in the meantime she had plenty to occupy her mind. Plans to make. It wasn’t over between the Lawsons and her, not by a long shot, she had big things in store for them. And not just the Lawsons, but Clara, too.

The way she’d ingratiated herself with Oliver and Rose – ‘like a daughter to them,’ Mac had told her once. The Lawsons were her family, and always would be; Oliver didn’t need another daughter, he had one right here. Then there was the way she’d stuck her nose in where it wasn’t wanted, tricking her way into her flat, laying it on thick in court while the jury lapped it all up. There’s no way she was getting away with that.

The door banged shut behind her and as the lock turned she took a seat on the narrow bed and smiled. It wasn’t so very bad here. After all, it gave her plenty of time to think. They didn’t have much on her: assault, kidnapping, stalking, blackmail. It could have been worse. It was supposed to have been worse. But even if she got ten years or more, it really didn’t matter; the Lawsons, Mac, Clara, they’d all get what they deserved in the end.

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