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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

Karla retracted her hand, moving away from him, as Robert stepped in. Jason ran his hand over his neck in frustration. He felt utterly powerless. She must have imagined all sorts, which might explain why she’d gone to so much effort tonight. And what did he do? Her reliable husband, who appeared to be keeping dubious images on his phone? Storm in and accuse her of being disloyal. She’d been reaching out to him. She’d been trying to fix things. She was always trying to fix things, rescue bad situations that he’d created. She was always there for him. And all he could do in return was mess things up. Was he really going to mess up the rest of her life out of sheer bloody-mindedness? Mess up his kids’ lives? Karla was right. He needed to stop thinking about himself and start thinking about his family.

‘Not interrupting anything, am I?’ Robert asked, looking interestedly between them. ‘I thought I’d get off, Karla,’ he went on. ‘I can see Jason’s too distracted to have any kind of sensible conversation tonight.’

Sarcastic git. Jason’s gaze went to Karla, who said nothing. She didn’t have to. She was busying herself at the sink in order to hide the fact that she was upset from her father, which pretty much said it all.

‘Robert, wait.’ Jason stopped him as he turned to the hall.

Robert turned back, his eyebrows raised enquiringly.

Feeling sick to his gut, Jason steeled himself to do what he’d sworn he never would. ‘I’ll call you,’ he said, though the words almost stuck in his throat. ‘About the proposition you mentioned.’

Robert’s eyes widened momentarily, as if he was taken aback. Then, ‘Not before time,’ he said, a smile Jason couldn’t quite work out curving his mouth. ‘I’ll look forward to our discussions. No need to call. Just turn up on Monday. Two o’clock. Make sure to be punctual, though, Jason. I have a tight schedule.’

‘Hold on, Dad, I’ll see you out.’ Karla turned from the sink, as, having set the tone for their dealings together, Robert continued on up the hall. ‘Thank you,’ she mouthed to Jason, immense relief obvious in her eyes as she hurried past him.

‘No need,’ Robert called back, followed by, ‘Damn. Silly place to leave a computer, Jason, if you don’t mind my saying. I almost fell over it.’

Robert made a great show of untangling the strap of the computer bag from his feet. Karla hurried to relieve him of it, and placed it on the hall table.

‘Thanks, Dad,’ she said, squeezing his arm as she showed him out of the door.

Jason so wished he could show him out of the door. Permanently.

Eleven

JASON