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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

‘Oh joy,’ Jessie said, sounding not very joyous. ‘I’d better get back, I suppose, before I’m for the high jump. Meanwhile, you go to bed. Lie down, at least, or you’ll be fit for nothing in the morning. Just imagine I’m giving you a nice slow massage, and if your imagination runs away with you, I’ll talk dirty to you tomorrow.’

Jason laughed. ‘You’re incorrigible, do you know that?’

‘And you can’t get enough of me, I know. Uh-oh, clinical lead on the warpath – gotta go. Sleep! That’s an order. We’ll talk tomorrow.’

‘Night, Jessie,’ Jason said softly, his emotions ricocheting between relief and guilt. Talking to her kept him sane, but also reminded him that Karla had no one to confide in – unless things had developed with the guy he’d seen her with. Had they? Try as he might not to let it, Jason’s gut twisted at that thought. Where the hell was she?

Running a hand tiredly over his face, he made his way to the spare room, supposing he should take Jessie’s advice and lie down. He wouldn’t sleep. He rarely did when Karla was out. He intended to go in to the office tomorrow, to tie up some loose ends, but he’d already told Mark it might be late morning, so that wasn’t a problem. Mark was pretty much running the place now anyway. He would probably run it a damn sight better than he had. He’d given Jason the option to buy back into the business at some future point, if things didn’t work out at the extreme sports company he’d approached in Ireland. Jason didn’t envisage going back. He’d had it with ecommerce. He needed a clean break, a new future, to be able to live a life that hadn’t been built on a lie. That future may or may not be with Jessie, but her cottage in County Carlow made Ireland seem like a haven – for a few days, at least, while he tried to sort things out.

Jessie had been thrilled for him about the job. Jason guessed he was pleased too. Assuming they offered him a position, it would give him the chance to indulge his passion. Sadly, extreme sports weren’t something he’d done much of since he’d been married. He hadn’t really minded, figuring that, as a father, one of his responsibilities was not to risk life and limb thrill-seeking.