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Back When I Lost You
Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Fifty-six
  61. Fifty-seven
  62. Fifty-eight
  63. Fifty-nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-one
  66. Sixty-two
  67. Sixty-three
  68. Sixty-four
  69. Sixty-five
  70. Sixty-six
  71. Sixty-seven
  72. Epilogue
  73. Acknowledgments
  74. Read More
  75. Prologue
  76. One
  77. Two
  78. Three
  79. Four
  80. Follow Merilyn online
  81. Dedication

‘Maybe he and Eve are branching out, spicing it up a bit.’ She grinned at Baz’s horrified expression.

‘But imagine having sex with the ice queen. Terrifying.’ He looked back across the terrace. ‘Hey, Gerry, mate,’ he waved his pint in the air, ‘over here.’

Gerry looked over in surprise but waved back when he recognised Carla. Leaving both drinks on the table, he pushed his way through the crowd, taking the empty stool Baz had pushed towards him.

He looked tired, the stubble on his chin unusual, and Carla thought he’d put on even more weight, so that his stomach strained against the shirt he was wearing.

‘You OK?’ she asked, suddenly concerned.

‘Yeah, long shift, that’s all.’ He gave a wry smile and rubbed his hand across his chin.

‘You here with the missus?’ Baz nodded in the direction of the drinks. Gerry glanced back and then to the door leading to the toilets.

‘No, just with a friend.’

Carla looked at the drinks: one pint of beer, one small white wine. ‘Anyone we know?’ she asked, turning back to the table.

‘Nah, just an old mate from training school.’

Carla had never in her eight years with the police seen an officer drink wine – beer with a whisky chaser maybe, but never wine. Not even Nell.

She caught Gerry’s eye. He shifted on his seat.

‘So, how’s work?’ he asked. ‘Eve said she met your new DCI. She didn’t seem impressed, if I’m honest.’

Carla grinned. ‘Is Eve ever impressed with anyone?’

Gerry tipped his head towards her. ‘Good point, well made.’

‘He had me out on a job today,’ she said, adding, ‘which riled Nell.’

Baz stared at her. ‘What do you mean, he took you out on a job?’

‘To go out to speak to people.’ She put a hand on his arm, amused by his concern. ‘It’s fine, totally normal, and very safe.’ She pictured Joanne and couldn’t imagine a less threatening woman.

Baz looked unconvinced. ‘Well, be careful. You wouldn’t do that when you’re pregnant, would you?’

Carla was oddly offended that he was more concerned about their as yet unconceived child than about her. And anyway, pregnant officers went out on jobs, so what made her so different? Clearly sensing discord, Gerry interrupted.