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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Books by Sheryl Browne
  3. Dedication
  4. KARLA
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Epilogue
  54. The Affair
  55. Hear more from Sheryl
  56. Books by Sheryl Browne
  57. A Letter from Sheryl
  58. The Babysitter
  59. The Second Wife
  60. Acknowledgements

Well, that was something, Jason supposed. Josh was a light sleeper at the best of times, and he actually had been having nightmares lately, ever since the night Jason had been honest with Karla about the state of their finances. That was the first time she’d hinted he should go grovelling to her father to bail him out, and they’d ended up arguing. Josh had overheard – got it into his head they were going to split. He’d tried to reassure him, but the tension was still there. Kids picked up on it; Jason could testify to that. His adoptive parents staying together ‘for the sake of their kids’ had been a complete nightmare.

Sighing, more at his own ineptitude than anything else, he went upstairs anyway to look in on Holly, whose bad books he would definitely be in.

Yep, he was clearly in the doghouse where his daughter was concerned. She burrowed under the duvet when he knocked on her door and peered in.

‘Night, Holly.’ He walked across to her. ‘We’ll talk more tomorrow, yes?’

Nothing but a fidget from under the covers.

Jason waited a second, and then, ‘Night, duvet,’ he said, pressing a hand lightly on the bulge he guessed was her head, or else her elbow.

He doubted she would actually talk to him the next day – until approximately 10 a.m., that was. Saturday mornings were when he gave the kids their allowances. Holly wouldn’t be slow reminding him about that. Smiling amusedly, Jason headed back downstairs, to find Karla coming through the front door.

‘All settled?’ she asked him.

‘Settled,’ Jason said, moving past her to pull the chain on the front door. ‘If rather disgruntled.’

Karla didn’t say anything, giving him that look he knew so well instead – the one that told him she wasn’t happy with him.

Jason followed her to the kitchen. ‘Am I to take it you’re annoyed with me?’ he asked, wondering whether it was the babysitter thing she was peeved about or just everything in general.

‘A bit,’ she said, watching him cautiously as he went to check that the back door was locked.

Finding everything secure, Jason came back. ‘What, because I gave Megan her marching orders?’ He knitted his brow. He hadn’t, as such, not without discussing it with Karla first. But even if he had, surely she couldn’t blame him?

‘Not about that, no. You were a bit sharp with her, but she was well out of order.’