Chapters (84)
- 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
‘We can’t always have what we want, Jake.’ My insides are like acid at the thought of hurting him. Why is it easier to have your own heart broken than to break someone else’s? It would be so much easier if I could simply learn to love Jake again, if my feelings for Dean would dissolve without trace, like sugar in tea. But it’s just not going to happen.
Jake forces a brave smile. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me how my day was?’
‘Of course.’
‘I got a great new job,’ Jake says. ‘More responsibility. More pay.’
Less attractive colleagues? I wonder.
‘I thought it would change everything. That this was the new beginning I’d prayed for.’
‘Jake…’
‘You can have anything you want, Lyssa—a flashy car, exotic holidays. An engagement ring. We can move to a bigger house. You can even give up work if you want to. Anything.’
I think of the man who can offer me nothing but his heart.
I reach out and touch Jake’s hand. ‘Jake—’ How can I cause this pain to another human being? ‘The only thing I want from you is friendship.’
Jake pulls away. ‘Don’t ask me to be your friend, Lyssa.’ He stands up and tugs off his frilly apron, which he throws to the floor as he leaves. ‘I love you too much to ever just like you.’
Chapter seventy-nine
Chapter seventy-nine
‘I wish I’d taken up smoking,’ Edie says. ‘I could do with a fag right now.’
I don’t point out that she hasn’t been ‘without child’ long enough to contemplate being a smoker. Instead, I indicate and skirt round an old granny doing two miles an hour in a brand-new Micra. I’m driving up Holywell Hill in my still-dented car and, as an afterthought, we’ve just been to the local petrol station to pick up a bunch of over-priced, gaudy flowers in the hope that they’ll go some way towards placating my mother.