Back The Stalker
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. PART TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. PART THREE
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. PART FOUR
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Acknowledgements
  44. Keep Reading …
  45. About the Author
  46. About the Publisher

‘God, I’d kill for a coffee,’ Liam grumbles. ‘What are we going to do without coffee or tea?’

‘How about we play a board game tonight?’ I ask, to distract him.

He glances at me with a half-amused expression. ‘What, Monopoly?’

I shrug. ‘There’s the Game of Life as well. And draughts.’

‘OK,’ he says, not looking particularly enthusiastic. But what else is there to do but go to bed? I don’t think he’s in the mood for sex, and I’m certainly not, so we’ll only lie there staring at the ceiling if we go upstairs now.

I pull out the Game of Life box, which I haven’t played since I was a kid. I think the aim is to get married, get promotions, have children, buy a mansion and retire early. It takes me a while to read the instructions as my mind is so preoccupied with other things; I can’t stop wondering about the other plans this person has for us and how it all might end. But finally, I lay out the board and hand Liam a plastic car and the dice.

Within a few moves of mostly desultory dice throwing, Liam’s got twins. I glance at him as he picks up a pink peg and a blue peg, and places them in his car with a smile. ‘A boy and a girl,’ he says. He looks up and sees my expression.

‘What?’ he asks.

‘Nothing, just the idea of twins …’

‘You want children, don’t you?’ Liam asks, a note of anxiety creeping into his voice.

‘Yes,’ I say, smiling. ‘Just not yet.’

‘Why not?’ he presses. ‘We’ve talked about this. I thought you wanted children. You said you did.’

‘I do!’ I say. ‘Just not right now. I figure that it’s nice to have time as a couple first before you start a family. Once kids come along your whole life changes. And I’m still young enough. I’m only twenty-nine. There’s time.’

Liam frowns. ‘I just think if we’re going to have more than one, we shouldn’t wait.’

I had no idea that Liam was so keen on having children, or that he wanted to have one right away.

‘How many do you want?’ I ask, hoping he isn’t about to say eight or nine.

‘At least two, maybe three,’ he says. ‘What about you?’

‘I haven’t given it much thought,’ I admit.

‘Well, we were both only children,’ Liam says. ‘And I don’t want that for our child.’