Chapters (118)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR SAM CARRINGTON
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Chapter Seventy-Five
- Chapter Seventy-Six
- Chapter Seventy-Seven
- Chapter Seventy-Eight
- Chapter Seventy-Nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-One
- Chapter Eighty-Two
- Chapter Eighty-Three
- Chapter Eighty-Four
- Chapter Eighty-Five
- Chapter Eighty-Six
- Chapter Eighty-Seven
- Chapter Eighty-Eight
- Chapter Eighty-Nine
- Chapter Ninety
- Chapter Ninety-One
- Chapter Ninety-Two
- Chapter Ninety-Three
- Chapter Ninety-Four
- Chapter Ninety-Five
- Chapter Ninety-Six
- Chapter Ninety-Seven
- Chapter Ninety-Eight
- Chapter Ninety-Nine
- Chapter One Hundred
- Chapter One Hundred and One
- Chapter One Hundred and Two
- Chapter One Hundred and Three
- Chapter One Hundred and Four
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‘I’m a fussy eater, actually. That’s one of the reasons I don’t go out to eat much.’ He finally rests his menu down in front of him so I can see his face. ‘The other being … well, I’m a bit agoraphobic. Being in public places makes me highly anxious.’
‘Why didn’t you say that?’ I feel appalled he’s kept this to himself. ‘I thought you just didn’t want to go out with me.’
‘No, I love being with you, silly. But inside, rather than out in the open. With people everywhere.’ He gives a wary look around him and visibly shudders.
‘I’m sorry, Richard. Did you have a bad experience?’
‘Nothing specific, I don’t think.’ He shrugs. ‘Didn’t start feeling like this until I was in my late teens. I manage, mostly. By avoidance.’ He laughs.
‘If you want to go …’
‘No, it’s good for me to go out of my comfort zone. Sometimes. Let’s not make it a weekly thing, though, eh?’
A wonderful, warm feeling bubbles inside me. Earlier, and even just now, he’d given me cause for concern. A reason to doubt him; us. I thought Barb was going to end up being right. But he’s flawed, that’s all. Human; trying to muddle his way through life the best he can, just like everyone else.
I love him. And I really do want to be with him. But the thought of uprooting to go to Eastbourne, even if it’s a step closer, isn’t the right decision for me and the boys. What this evening has cemented is my determination to get to the bottom of the saboteurs and put a stop to them. I want the house sold.
I’m even beginning to come around to the possibility of selling to the developers. Whatever it takes, I want out.
Chapter Forty-Four
Barb
I can’t settle.
I’m flitting from one task to the next, not finishing a single one of them. My mind is hopping from one thought to another; there’s no coherence. I feel as though I have too many balls up in the air at once. I can’t afford to become confused, so I need to make a plan. Give myself targets, goals to achieve. This week has been very stressful. I don’t need it. Not with my high blood pressure. I’d hoped I’d left all the worries behind me long ago, but now things are threatening to overwhelm me.