Bonnie felt for him. He’d make a great dad. When they were teenagers, he’d coached a young kids’ soccer team and volunteered to help out with the local Little Athletics club. He had a natural way with kids. ‘Didn’t you talk about whether or not you were going to have kids before you got married?’ Bonnie had assumed that would be a topic everyone cleared up before they said ‘I do’.

Oliver shrugged, a little amused. ‘We were twenty. We had no idea what we were doing.’

Bonnie remembered hearing of his engagement. The news had crushed her to the core. A few days after she’d heard the gossip, Oliver sent her a text, saying, Just thought I should let you know I’m engaged. Didn’t want you to hear it from somebody else.

Too late, she’d typed back. News spreads fast. Congrats. It had killed her. They’d been broken up for over a year, but still, her heart had plummeted so hard she’d thought she would never fall in love again. They hadn’t broken up on bad terms. It was mutual, both of them coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t working. But Bonnie had wrongly assumed it was a relationship pause while they were living long distance. He was supposed to wait for her. They were supposed to go out with a few people and have fun, but after university was over Bonnie had thought they’d probably get back together. They certainly weren’t supposed to marry anyone.

She’d stalked his Facebook page, tormenting herself by studying photos of him and Amy, but she’d become so obsessive that eventually she had to unfriend him.

Every now and again she heard what he was up to. One time she saw him walking through the car park, but he hadn’t seen her. She hadn’t spoken to him again until their ten-year high school reunion. She’d met Amy, who had seemed lovely, and she’d had Isaiah by her side. Their high school romance had seemed long ago and insignificant.

‘Game of pool?’ Ollie interrupted her thoughts.

Bonnie glanced at her watch. ‘Shouldn’t we be calling it a night?’

But Oliver shook his head without even looking at the time. ‘I’m not ready to go home.’

There was something about the way he looked at her that made her think she should go home.

But she didn’t. ‘A game of pool,’ she agreed. ‘Let me win this time?’

Oliver smiled. ‘Not a chance.’

She should have said no. She should have gone home. But instead she stayed, she drank more and let the physical attraction bubble between them. She knew it was wrong, but the spark made every inch of her body ache for more.