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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

‘I wanted something to happen. Wanted to make …’ He gulped in a huge intake of breath. ‘Wanted to make a move on her, I guess.’

‘And?’ Her insides felt shaky; adrenaline coursed through her veins.

‘And I did. Stupidly, in a moment of utter madness, I did. I’m so sorry, Lou. I can’t even remember consciously making the decision to kiss her.’

Louisa’s sight clouded; a tingling sensation swept through her body. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t thought about, but hearing Brian say it crushed her. She’d been carrying his baby, and he’d been out trying to get his leg over with her best friend. Bastard.

‘Was that it?’ She couldn’t look at him, didn’t want to see his lying eyes. ‘Was it just a kiss?’

‘Yes. And I regretted it immediately. I felt like a complete fool.’

‘What did she do?’

‘She pushed me away, then gave me a good, hard slap across my face. I deserved it, of course.’

There was an element of relief hearing about Tiff’s response. But it was brief. ‘What if she hadn’t? Pushed you away, I mean? I’m guessing you wouldn’t have felt a fool then. I’m also betting you wouldn’t have regretted anything instantly? You’d have gone for the full thing – a shag on the sofa, her bedroom – then worried about your infidelity at a later point. Like now. And are you sure? Because if I remember correctly, you didn’t crawl home that night until the early hours. It’s not like I can ask Tiff to back up your story, is it? You can say what you bloody well please and there’s no one to go against your version of events—’

‘Louisa … Lou, please, calm down,’ he said, grabbing both her hands and squeezing them. ‘It’s the truth. Really. She pushed me away, and I left with my tail between my legs, panicking about the whole thing, scared she’d call you right away and tell you what a twat I’d been. I went to the pub to drown my shame. I stayed there; they had a lock-in. That’s why I was late, like I told you back then. I wasn’t with her, I promise.’

‘I – I’m not sure whether I can believe that. I hate the thought of not trusting Tiff—’

‘Oh, but you’re fine with not trusting me? That’s perfect, that is.’