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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

Jason smiled wryly as Mark popped two pills and reached for his mug of black coffee. ‘That good, hey?’

‘A ten, definitely,’ Mark said with a wink, and then winced and washed his painkillers down. ‘What’s more, I have another date.’

‘Better stock up on the pills then,’ Jason suggested, eyeing his friend amusedly. He doubted whether it would actually get past two dates. Mark had been married once. It had lasted approximately a year, before he’d discovered his wife wasn’t fully committed. This much he’d gleaned when he found her in bed with her ex-boyfriend. Mark had decided to play the field after that sobering experience. And he was obviously playing hard.

‘I might need to. The little blue variety.’ Mark yawned, leaning back in his chair and stretching wearily. ‘The woman’s insatiable. Sorry, mate – no sister, I’m afraid.’

‘More’s the pity.’ Jason sighed, turned to plug in his laptop and then seated himself in front of it.

Mark eyed him thoughtfully for a second. He’d gathered Jason was having problems, here and at home, but was diplomatic enough not to comment. ‘So,’ he said, looking back to his screen, ‘how did the mother-in-law’s party go? Has the self-made man thawed yet?’

Jason’s laugh was scornful. ‘You must be joking. There’s not a snowball in hell’s chance of that happening. I “got his daughter pregnant”, remember?’

‘Twelve-odd years ago,’ Mark reminded him. ‘That’s a long time to bear a grudge.’

‘Yeah.’ Jason was well aware of that. He doubted the man would warm to him, whatever he did. Turning his company around wouldn’t do it. Robert Fenton’s grudge went deeper, Jason was sure of it. It was more than him simply being protective of his daughter. Though if protective was what he was trying to be, it was laughable anyway, bearing in mind the man’s proclivity to sexually harass women Karla’s age and younger. He just wished he knew what the hell his problem was. Maybe he thought no man would ever be good enough for her. Jason definitely wasn’t.

He sighed heavily. ‘Sometimes, I wonder whether Karla does too,’ he admitted. ‘Bear a grudge, I mean. Being married to a loser wasn’t quite what she had in mind when she walked down the aisle.’