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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

Robert’s expression was one of surprise. Was it genuine? Diana thought it actually was. ‘I did no such thing,’ he blustered, walking back to the drinks table to slosh a considerable measure of whisky into his glass. ‘What did he tell her?’

‘I’m not entirely sure.’ Diana continued to study him as he took another hefty gulp. He was agitated, but knowing Karla would find out, she didn’t think he would lie about something like this. ‘Karla thought it was something to do with his accounts.’

‘That’s absolute rubbish.’ Robert was adamant. ‘I offered him the loan. A considerable amount, in fact.’ Shaking his head, he drained his glass. ‘I told Karla from outset, the man’s a loser, hanging on in there, determined to make his business succeed even though he knows it’s doomed to failure without the right backing behind it.’

‘Determination is no bad trait though, is it?’ Diana suggested. ‘He’s a lot like you in some ways.’

Robert’s gaze shot to hers. ‘He’s nothing like me,’ he replied sharply.

Twenty

JASON

Jason guessed he’d be here at some point this evening. Contempt thick in his throat, he waited while his father-in-law drove into the car park of the golf club. Counselling himself not to do what he very much wanted to, he stayed put in his own car until he had parked in his designated space, and then climbed out.

Fenton got the shock of his life when he climbed out of his car and turned around to find Jason standing behind it. ‘Jason,’ he said, collecting himself and offering him that short, derisory smile of his. ‘Am I to assume you’ve reconsidered the offer I made you? Because, if so, this isn’t quite the place to—’

‘Don’t,’ Jason warned him, his throat tight, his gut twisting with a mixture of burning anger and sheer disbelief.

Fenton clearly got the message, appraising him silently for a second, and then looking away to close his car door. ‘I’m not sure what this is about,’ he said, his gaze coming back to his, ‘but you should know there are security cameras overlooking the car park.’

‘Fortunately for you,’ Jason said, fighting back the temptation to floor the bastard anyway. To hurt him badly. It would be worth doing time for.

Sighing demonstrably, Fenton shook his head and walked towards him.

Jason made no move to let him pass by, causing his step to falter.

Fenton kneaded his forehead agitatedly, glanced down and then back at him. ‘What is it you want, Jason?’ he asked him, his expression one of impatience. The man was scared though. Jason noted the nervousness in his eyes as they pivoted towards the building. It gave him no satisfaction. Seeing the man beg for his life just might.