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
He padded across from the bedroom into the kitchen. The units were all brushed steel and the absence of fingerprints suggested that Neve must have a cleaner to keep the place like this, as it was already clear she wasn’t the most dedicated of homemakers. Jake opened all the cupboards until he found a container marked coffee. There was a dirty mug in the sink, which he rinsed out before filling the kettle and flicking it on. He risked a look in the fridge, but there was no milk, seemingly no butter and an apparent lack of anything resembling jam. Another search of the cupboards failed to produce any other foodstuffs—no cereal, no bread, no freshly baked pain au chocolat or croissants. He’d have to go to one of the little posh cafés down the road for breakfast—which would be nice. It wasn’t a problem. He tried not to think about Lyssa bringing him coffee and the newspaper in bed every weekend morning. Tending to his every whim. He couldn’t help wondering what she would be doing now. This was a very strange feeling. Rather than worrying about having two women to contend with, he appeared to be without one at all for the time being.
The high-tech kettle beeped that it had boiled. Still, at least he could drink his coffee black. He found a spoon and opened the coffee container—but like the cupboards, it too was bare. The gym, it appeared, took precedence over Sainsbury’s too.
He felt very small in the vast emptiness of the apartment. There was no way he could kick round here all day on his own. He’d have to ring Pip and see what his old mate was up to. Hopefully it was something he could tag along with. At the moment, his first day as a single man didn’t seem to be shaping up to much.
His phone rang again. It was Lyssa. There was no way he could answer it. What could he say to her? The temptation to go round there was unbelievably strong. He hoped that she was okay alone. As an answer to his indecision, the phone stopped. It was a bit of a quandary that Lyssa apparently needed him so much when Neve didn’t appear to need him around at all.