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