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  1. THE MISSING WIFE
  2. PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
  3. Dedication
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  57. THE EPILOGUE
  58. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  59. Prologue
  60. Chapter One
  61. Chapter Two
  62. About the Author
  63. By the same author
  64. About the Publisher

‘Don’t fly that thing near me, Brian. Or near the neighbours’ garden. They’ll be furious; it’ll set their bloody dogs off. What the hell is the point in having it? Why has Oliver given that to you?’

‘Calm down, love.’ Brian didn’t look at her while he spoke, his tongue poking out through his lips in concentration as he navigated the flying machine. ‘It was just something we got talking about when we were looking at the aerial photos of the village at the pub on Friday. I guess he wanted to thank me for being supportive, so got me one.’

‘I guess my present is still in the post then.’ She mumbled as she went back inside, leaving the man she was feeling less and less like she knew, playing with his new toy.

33

THE QUESTIONS

Wednesday a.m. – Day 12 post-party

The weirdness of the situation weighed heavily on Louisa’s mind. Sitting in the nursery chair she watched Noah as he drained the bottle of milk, but her head was swimming with questions and, she realised, worry. Oliver coming back into her life after twenty-two years was confusing enough – but to have somehow become best buds with her husband was bewildering. The fact that Brian was a willing party to this was even more concerning. He’d already suggested, albeit when he was drunk, that he was jealous of Oliver – of his good looks, charisma, confidence – and the fact he’d told Brian that Louisa had been a sex fanatic, which had been something that had clearly got his back up. Why then was he allowing Oliver to be a part of their lives like this?

Oliver had something on Louisa – a shared past, their secret. That’s how he’d wormed his way into her life. But Oliver couldn’t have something on Brian – he’d never met him before the night of the party.

Apart from his obvious jealousy, Brian hadn’t treated Oliver in a way that would suggest he’d felt manipulated into being his mate. Quite the opposite. It was almost like Brian had latched on to Oliver, wanting to be in with the popular crowd for once in his life.

Poor Brian. His life would fall apart if he knew the truth.

The church bell rang out twice.

Two a.m. And even if Noah now settled well, Louisa knew sleep would not come for her.

Tiff. Brian. Oliver. Melissa. The unknown woman she’d killed. All scrambling together in her head.

She stretched her legs out, arching her back. Noah opened his eyes wide.

‘Just shifting position, baby, no need to panic,’ she whispered. Noah’s fingers curled around Louisa’s hand, then his eyes fell shut again.

So trusting.

‘When is that innate sense of trust lost?’ Louisa asked aloud.