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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. New Year’s Eve 2019
  5. New Year’s Day 2020
  6. New Year’s Eve 1989
  7. New Year’s Day 1990
  8. New Year’s Day 2020
  9. 1 January 2020
  10. New Year’s Eve 2015
  11. 2 January 2020
  12. New Year’s Eve 2015
  13. 2 January 2020
  14. 2 January 2020
  15. 5 January 2020
  16. New Year’s Eve 2010
  17. 6 January 2020
  18. 14 January 2020
  19. New Year’s Day 2001
  20. 15 January 2020
  21. 15 January 2020
  22. New Year’s Eve 2003
  23. 1 February 2020
  24. 1 February 2020
  25. New Year’s Eve 2007
  26. 3 February 2020
  27. 4 February 2020
  28. New Year’s Eve 2010
  29. 17 May 2020
  30. 17 May 2020
  31. 17 May 2020
  32. 13 June 2020
  33. 13 June 2020
  34. 21 June 2020
  35. 8 August 2020
  36. 9 August 2020
  37. New Year’s Eve 2003
  38. 15 August 2020
  39. New Year’s Eve 2019
  40. 13 September 2020
  41. 20 October 2020
  42. 25 October 2020
  43. 30 December 2020
  44. New Year’s Eve 2020
  45. New Year’s Eve 2020
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. Read More
  48. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

‘Well, if a guy rejected me, I might be disappointed short-term but then I’d figure he wasn’t cut out to be the beneficiary of my excellent Leila energy.’ Minnie gave a reluctant lopsided smile. ‘Whereas you, Minnie Cooper, would take it to mean you’re worthless and hideous and doing something wrong.’

Minnie’s phone started ringing from her bag. She picked it up and showed Leila the screen – Quinn was calling her.

‘Do you want to answer it?’ Leila asked.

‘No.’ Minnie shook her head, ‘I’m going to try to be more Leila,’ she said, hanging up the call.

They chatted all afternoon, catching up on all they had missed in each other’s lives. Leila loved her new job at the fashion start-up, but had a new nemesis – a colleague who kept trying to outdo her in the fashion stakes. Minnie told Leila all about working at the catering firm, about living back at home with the endless soundtrack of clocks, and how Lucky kept trying to murder her in her sleep.

The afternoon evaporated and when Ian came home, they were still on the sofa eating Pringles with salsa, cradling large glasses of Pinot Grigio.

‘Ah,’ he said in a deep drawling voice, ‘the prodigal Player One returns. How you getting on out there, Han Solo?’

‘It’s lonely,’ Minnie sighed, getting up to give Ian a hug, ‘but I’m learning all sorts of things about myself.’ She turned to Leila with bulging eyes and a taut grin.

‘Right, I have to pee, bladder the size of a harvest mouse,’ said Leila, jumping up and walking in a comedy cross-legged waddle towards the bathroom.

Minnie took the opportunity to quiz Ian.

‘You haven’t asked her yet?’ she hissed.

‘I was waiting for you. I need you to sort out all the weird shit you said she wanted,’ Ian mumbled, hands plunged into his tracksuit bottom pockets.

‘I’m on it, I promise. I’m sorry, things have been—’

‘I get it, you were off doing a bonus level.’

13 June 2020

‘Is she going to know it’s me?’ said Ian from beneath a heavy domed metal helmet. Fleur’s prop contact had come up trumps.

‘Who else would it be, you goon,’ said Minnie, as she made the final adjustments to his body armour. The plates were specially layered so the wearer could ride a horse. The prop guy said it had been used in Game of Thrones by the Lannister army.