He hit the Invertary high street like it was Rodeo Drive. He sorted out a new TV and satellite, paying extra to have it installed that afternoon. Then he bought a tool set from the guy at the hardware store, who made some sort of dig about singers knowing more about hair gel than hammers. The gro...
It didn't help. There was humiliation and then there was this. "Things that make me anxious," Lake read aloud. "That's private," Kirsty told him, but she knew it wouldn't make any difference. "Lack of money. Lake. Lingerie war. Lake's steroid-induced muscles. Marketing." Lake read the list with a...
At least not until he’d arrived back at the campsite after an evening with a pretty, but vapid, blond girl. With a sinking feeling, he elbowed his way through the crowd that had gathered around the spot where he’d pitched his tent. He stopped beside two young British guys who handed him a bottle ...