Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Books by Sheryl Browne
- Dedication
- KARLA
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Epilogue
- The Affair
- Hear more from Sheryl
- Books by Sheryl Browne
- A Letter from Sheryl
- The Babysitter
- The Second Wife
- Acknowledgements
Jessie went quiet again. She was obviously thinking it through, and thinking she’d had a close call.
‘Definitely complex, isn’t it?’ she said, at length. ‘Look, Jason, if you want to stop whatever this is we’re doing, that’s fine. I get it. But, just so you know, I like you a lot too. You seem nice, honest and caring.’
Jason laughed ironically. He doubted that would be Karla’s estimation of him.
‘I’m not looking to go golden rings here,’ Jessie went on. ‘I’m looking for someone to talk with, have a bit of a laugh with. I’m thinking you’re looking for the same. What say we keep talking, and then, when your situation is less complex, maybe we can take it further? What do you think?’
Now Jason was definitely surprised. ‘I think it’s an excellent idea,’ he said, relieved and amazed she would want to spend any time at all on him.
‘Great.’ Jessie sounded pleased. ‘You might have to swim the Irish Sea to do the hooking-up bit though.’
‘No problem,’ Jason said, smiling. ‘I think you actually might be worth swimming an ocean for, Jessie.’
‘Oh, that I am,’ Jessie assured him. ‘Did I tell you I was a gift from God?’ she said, her voice full of playful innuendo. ‘That’s what my name means.’
‘You’re definitely that,’ Jason said softly. She was saving him from a life that seemed close to insanity.
Thirty
DIANA
When Karla hadn’t come over on Saturday with the children as she usually did, Diana had tried not to worry too much about it. Her daughter’s life had been turned upside down, after all. She wasn’t likely to be carrying on as normal with her marriage falling apart. She’d texted her on Sunday, receiving a short text back: I’m fine, Mum. Just a bit off colour. Will call you later.
She hadn’t called. And now Diana was worried, especially after ringing her office that morning to be told she was off sick. Karla didn’t do sick days. Knowing she might have to take time off at short notice if one of the children were ill, she would drag herself into work if required. Diana had begun to grow concerned when Karla told her she’d been vile to the people who worked under her. That wasn’t Karla. Even as a small child, she’d been a considerate, gentle soul, less inclined to the attention-seeking that Sarah was prone to. Thoughtful to the point of introversion sometimes, and perhaps a little dominated by her sister. By Robert, too. Both girls were.