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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.’ I quickly tone down the smile. ‘Yes, thanks. Sorry about having to dash to the dentist. I would have booked it for later in the week, but I didn’t get a wink’s sleep all night.’ That’s actually not far from the truth. Instead of worrying about our finances or dreaming about Sarah, her voice popping into my head, forcing me awake, I was concerned about Jason. I do believe that he simply forgot to delete the photograph on his phone and that he has no inclination to ogle other women, but after what happened in bed last night – or rather, what didn’t happen – I couldn’t help worrying that he didn’t fancy me any more. But then, he’d been so gutted, with such a tortured, remorseful look in his eyes – because he was assuming I would think the worst, I suspect – which only goes to show how much he does care. My concern now is more for him than myself. I can’t bear the thought of him feeling more humiliated than he must already.

‘No problem. You needn’t have rushed in, apart from the fact that the place might grind to a halt without you, that is,’ John says, bringing my mind back to work, rather than where it is at present: wondering what might have happened this morning. He’d kissed me so tenderly, said such sweet things to me…

Dismissing my thoughts, which are not entirely appropriate for the office, I smile up at John. ‘I’m fine,’ I assure him. ‘Still a little bit sore, but it’s nothing a painkiller won’t fix.’

‘Well, slip off early if you do find you’re suffering. You have plenty of overtime owed to you, and I’m sure we can keep the ship afloat for a few hours.’ John gives me a friendly wink.

‘I will.’ I nod and quietly pray that, with my father’s help, Jason can keep the ship afloat. He will. My father is a wily businessman, but when he’s made up his mind to invest in something, he will plough as much cash into it as is needed. I’m half hoping he and Jason might get on a little better if they have a business interest in common. It’s a bit of a forlorn hope. My father seems to go all out to antagonise Jason sometimes.

‘Sorry about those.’ John indicates the several files on my desk, atop which are audio tapes, which will need distributing for typing up. ‘The development department has hit some problems with the snagging report on the new-build site, and the community services department rota’s gone to pot again. People off sick with the bug that’s going about, I’m afraid.’