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Any hope of salvation fled He was lost, and so, he realised when he looked down into her dilating pupils, was she

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE phone was ringing when Rachel arrived ho—no, hoping—it ht be Justin

‘Yes?’ she said as she snatched it up to her ear

‘Rach, I was just about to give up and hang up’

‘Isabel!’ Not Justin Of course not Silly Rachel ‘What…what are you doing, ringing me on your honeymoon?’

‘Oh, don’t be silly, Rach We can’t have sex all the tihed

Rachel almost cried

‘Not that we haven’t given it a good try,’ Isabel burbled on ‘I think I’ve worn hiht I’d use the opportunity to give you a call and find out how things are going at ho me’

‘I never lecture you, Isabel Not any more The boot’s on the other foot these days’

‘You could be right there But you need lecturing sos with your job?’

‘Fine,’ she said with pretend lightness

‘You still getting along with grumpy-bumps?’

‘Justin is not a grumpy-bumps He’s just serious’

And how, Rachel thought with a shiver, trying not to think about the day she’d spent with him

‘In that case, he’s probably not gay,’ Isabel pronounced ‘Gay men are never serious’

‘Justin is definitely not gay,’ Rachel said, her tone perhaps a tad too dry