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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

A… ‘What?’ Jason laughed, incredulous at the man’s gall.

‘Don’t be obtuse, Jason. It’s not a good business attribute,’ Fenton said, with his usual condescending sigh. ‘A deal. A business loan, boy. You’re haemorrhaging money currently and making nil profit. Come to my office, two o’clock on Monday, and we’ll discuss terms.’

And those terms would be what, Jason wondered. Apart from the fifty per cent share in his business he fully expected Fenton would demand. Karla had clearly discussed it further with him. Once he’d left this morning, presumably, which pretty much summed up her confidence in him. ‘Thanks,’ he said, his throat tight, ‘but I think I’d rather bleed to death.’

Seven

KARLA

I was hoping the children would be worn out after an hour spent kicking a football around the park. I should have known better. They’re still bounding with energy while I’m flagging. We troop dutifully across the park to my parents’ house for our regular Saturday visit, which Jason, understandably, prefers not to accompany us on, usually going off to the supermarket, or else to the office. I find Mum in the kitchen when I let myself in with my key. ‘Trainers off, guys,’ I instruct Holly and Josh, who need no encouraging. Having had the usual lecture about not treading mud onto the carpet, they’re already halfway out of them in anticipation of Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones – the second prequel to the original Star Wars trilogy which is showing on Sky, Josh has reliably informed me – and Mum’s home-made cake in front of the TV.