The Great Escape by Charlotte Fallowfield

Author:Charlotte Fallowfield [Fallowfield, Charlotte]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-08-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Birthday Girl

Two Months Later – September

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, dear Georgie, happy birthday to me,’ I sang as I swung my legs out of bed.

I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Today I hit the big three-O. A brand-new chapter in my life. After a quick shower, I raced down the stairs in my jeans and a combined jumper-shirt to check the mail. I scooped up a pile of letters and headed into the kitchen to flick on the kettle, then put some croissants in the oven to crisp. It was a birthday tradition, a rare treat. I’d always tried to eat healthily, but since I’d been dating Weston, benefitting from his expertise in food and nutrition, I was eating healthy on a whole new scale that I hadn’t even realised existed.

My hair and nails were stronger, my skin and eyes were brighter, and I’d even shifted those last few stubborn pounds and toned up all over. I’d also noticed a dramatic increase in my energy levels, unless Weston spent the evening with me and drained me. I bit my thumbnail and blushed at the reminder of how incredible my sex life had become since that dramatic day in the park. I’d been seriously missing out all of these years. I felt sorry for women who thought they had a great sex life, like I had when I was with Greg, when in reality it was appalling. The only downside was that we rarely saw each other during the week. Being a personal trainer meant he had to work a lot of evenings to suit clients’ needs, some weekend mornings too, so he rarely slept over. It was starting to get harder and harder to say goodbye to him when he snuck out of my bed in the early hours. Bertie too, though he didn’t always bring him.

I’d never wanted a dog of my own, but I’d started to miss Bertie as much as I missed Weston. He even had his own food, water bowls, dog bed, and blanket for when he came to stay. In fact, he had more stuff here than Weston did. Other than his toothbrush and a framed picture of us on the mantelpiece that Abbie had taken, if anyone came to do a home inspection, there was no indication that I even had a boyfriend. Admittedly that, along with the fact that he’d only ever slept over for one full night and I’d never been invited to go and see his home or place of work, made me a little nervous.

During a recent girls’ night, Charlie, ever the imaginative thinker, put forward a theory that he was actually married and spent weekdays with his wife, then weekends with me. I’d laughed it off at the time, but I had to admit that it had sparked a small element of doubt in my mind about how honest he was actually being with me about his life. It wasn’t

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.