Just when you think that you’ve finally put every sordid detail out on the table, Janie throws another curveball into the mix. Helping Oliver to unload the car, I lift up a tired Noah and rest him on my chest as we make our way up to our hotel room. Without saying a word, Oliver takes Noah for a ...
I am debating rolling over for another forty winks when the hotel phone rings loudly, jolting me into action. Being trapped beneath layer upon layer of bedding makes it difficult to escape, meaning I don’t get to the handset until the eighth ring. ‘Hello?’ Trying not stumb...
Without saying a word, she begins piling our table with salads, smoked salmon, scones and a lovely new bottle of ice cold champagne. Oliver thanks the steward and discreetly slips her a wad of notes. ‘I could get used to this!’ I drain the contents of my glass and pick up ...