It was November, not yet a whole year since he’d walked out of Farndale, but it felt like a lifetime ago. So much had happened in that time – moving to the Swell Valley, meeting the Baxters and Macy, becoming a television producer, and now, launching his memoirs. Outside, a chill wind rattled against the windowpane. But the dreary weather could do nothing to dampen Eddie’s spirits this morning.Annabel lay in his arms, warm and naked and happy, something Eddie had feared she might never be again. Last night, after Eddie’s appearance on a new Channel 4 chat show to promote his memoirs, he and Annabel had driven back to Riverside Hall and had had the best, most passionate sex they’d had in years. Decades, probably. Eddie hadn’t realized quite how much he’d missed it – missed her – till now. Nothing meant anything compared to this. To the two of them being together and happy and a team.‘I adore you,’ he whispered in her ear. Turning round, Annabel kissed him softly on the lips.
