She watched the way the words formed on his lips, and suddenly a rush of euphoria overwhelmed her. ‘It’s good to see you.’ She’d missed him. The feeling surprised her; they’d been broken up for fourteen years.

‘Yeah, you too.’ He exhaled. There was a look on his face that made her wish she knew what he was thinking.

‘Have you got time for a drink?’

She tried to ignore her tummy flip-flopping and glanced at the clock on the wall. ‘Sure, I was about to close up for the day. A drink would be nice.’

They went to the pub around the corner. The same pub they’d spent many Friday and Saturday nights when they’d turned eighteen.

Oliver returned from the bar with drinks for the two of them. ‘Remember that night here?’ he began.

‘I was just thinking about that.’ He’d vomited all over the front steps. ‘Too many Sambuca shots, wasn’t it?’

His face creased as though he was unsure for a moment, but then he remembered. ‘Oh, not that night.’ He shook his head. ‘That was awful. Sadly not the last time I did that to myself, though.’ He grimaced. ‘I meant that night we played pool.’ He gestured to the pool tables on the other side of the pub. ‘For about five hours straight.’

Bonnie smiled, thinking back. All those years ago she’d been wearing jeans and a little white gypsy top she’d bought from a market in Byron Bay. ‘I’d been so determined to beat you,’ she laughed.

‘And you probably would have if you hadn’t had so many drinks.’

Her stomach swirled. The two of them used to drink an awful lot together. ‘You could have let me win.’

‘Oh, come on,’ he said. ‘There’s no way you would have let me do that.’

That’s true. She’d wanted to beat him fair and square.

‘Oliver James!’ a voice called, causing both Bonnie and Oliver to turn. Ryan McCann, a guy they went to school with, made his way towards them. ‘I heard you were back in town.’

‘Mate, good to see you,’ Oliver said, standing for a moment to shake hands.

Ryan glanced between the two of them and Bonnie felt like she’d been sprung going through her parents’ liquor cabinet. ‘How you going, Ryan?’ She tried to smile, but it was taut and unconvincing.

‘Good, good,’ he said, as though suddenly putting the pieces of a jigsaw together. ‘You two catching up?’

‘Yeah,’ Bonnie attempted to say casually, but her throat tightened, squashing the word.

‘Heard you’re marrying Sophie Nix?’ Ryan looked to Oliver, probably trying to suss out if he’d just busted the two of them doing something they shouldn’t be.