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Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Acknowledgements
  67. Book Club Discussion Questions

Darcy nods, feeling slightly ashamed that she’s buzzing off the adrenaline suddenly pumping through her body. She’s going to ensure Ty and Penny come face to face again.

Chapter 51

51

Bonnie’s getting ready to close up for the day when there’s a knock at the back entrance to her studio. This throws her as she’s usually the only person who uses it. With some hesitation she crosses to the door and opens it a little warily.

Ollie stands in the darkened shadows of the business car park. She hasn’t seen him since he turned up on her doorstep after her last day on The One. The same night the photos were taken of them.

‘Look at you.’ Oliver’s deep voice fills the air between them and immediately awakens butterflies in her belly.

She takes a few steps backwards, allowing space for him to come in.

‘I’ve always loved you in that colour.’ His eyes meet hers a little daringly. ‘Very sexy.’

Bonnie’s wearing a purple peasant top, more pretty than sexy, but her cheeks warm all the same. ‘Thanks.’

‘You got the flowers?’ He gestures to the over-the-top bouquet that is sitting on her desk.

‘You shouldn’t have.’ A courier had dropped them off yesterday with a note saying, I’m sorry. Her eyes had kept wandering to them all afternoon and when she’d opened the studio first thing this morning, the fragrance had filled her with hope.

‘I wanted to.’ He shrugs. ‘I shouldn’t have sent that text. It was out of line.’

She feels grateful that he’s realised this. Bile had crept up her throat when she read the words. She’d tortured herself with what to write back in response, but in the end she hadn’t written back at all.

‘I didn’t mean to make things worse,’ she tells him. She honestly hadn’t set out to hurt Sophie or damage Ollie’s relationship with her.

‘You only told her what she already assumed.’

Bonnie can’t bring herself to ask how much Sophie told him of their conversation.

‘I think she knew something was going on before you went away, but she didn’t ask if anything had happened between us until after she lost the baby.’

Bonnie can’t help but notice that he said ‘she’ and not ‘we’, as though the miscarriage was something that happened to Sophie alone rather than to the both of them. Bonnie can understand Sophie choosing not to mention things earlier—after all she’d had a baby to keep Oliver by her side—but after the miscarriage, the threat of him leaving might have brought out insecurities she’d previously been able to ignore.

‘Suddenly she was furious, accusing me of having feelings for you, insisting something happened before you went away. I know she needed someone to blame for the miscarriage but …’ He shakes his head, a little flippant about the situation.