Back We Met in December
Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue: Jess
  4. Chapter One: Jess
  5. Chapter Two: Jess
  6. Chapter Three: Jess
  7. Chapter Four: Alex
  8. Chapter Five: Jess
  9. Chapter Six: Jess
  10. Chapter Seven: Alex
  11. Chapter Eight: Jess
  12. Chapter Nine: Jess
  13. Chapter Ten: Alex
  14. Chapter Eleven: Jess
  15. Chapter Twelve: Jess
  16. Chapter Thirteen: Alex
  17. Chapter Fourteen: Jess
  18. Chapter Fifteen: Jess
  19. Chapter Sixteen: Alex
  20. Chapter Seventeen: Alex
  21. Chapter Eighteen: Jess
  22. Chapter Nineteen: Alex
  23. Chapter Twenty: Jess
  24. Chapter Twenty-One: Jess
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two: Alex
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three: Jess
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four: Jess
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five: Jess
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six: Jess
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Alex
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight: Jess
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine: Alex
  33. Chapter Thirty: Jess
  34. Chapter Thirty-One: Jess
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two: Alex
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three: Jess
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four: Jess
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five: Jess
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six: Jess
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven: Alex
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight: Jess
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine: Alex
  43. Chapter Forty: Jess
  44. Chapter Forty-One: Alex
  45. Chapter Forty-Two: Alex
  46. Epilogue: Jess
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Author
  49. About the Publisher

‘All right?’ says the Uber driver as I climb in, having finally escaped the boat.

‘I’ve had better evenings,’ I say, sitting back against the seat and shaking my head in despair.

I get home forty-five minutes later, having messaged thanks in about fifteen different languages to Sophie, and rummage in my bag for the keys to the front door. I’m just about to put the key in the lock when the door opens and I stagger forward slightly, straight into Alex.

‘Whoops,’ says Alex.

‘Sorry,’ I say, steadying myself against the door.

He raises an eyebrow and gives that lopsided smile that makes my knees – bloody disobedient knees, which I wish would learn to behave themselves – go a bit weak. ‘Good night, was it?’

I splutter. ‘Hardly.’

‘You coming in, then?’

Chapter Sixteen: Alex

Chapter Sixteen

Alex

13th April

Normal people would probably take advantage of the first Saturday night off in what felt like forever to go out and get hammered. Normal people – I think, as I stretch luxuriously, revelling in the fact that I’ve got the entire sitting room to myself and the house is empty – don’t work the sort of week I’ve just worked. I put my feet up on the coffee table and sink into the battered pink sofa. This is exactly what I need.

‘There’s been an explosion in the Heart Surgery ward,’ says a voice, urgently. No, I have no idea why watching a hospital drama on a Saturday night is my idea of relaxation but it’s the kind of mindless thing I need right now. It bears precisely no relation to my experiences so far of hospital life, but I quite like it for that. For one thing, they’re always using their phones in the ward. Everyone knows there’s generally only one spot in the entire hospital where you can get 4G service, and it’s usually down a corridor near a supplies cupboard. You can always find them if you’re in a hospital – just look for the spot where a disparate collection of NHS Trust staff are hovering, fingers tapping furiously, catching up on group chats or making plans for the end of their shift. Take it from me. It’s the most useful information I’ve learned so far.