My Husband's Girlfriend - Sheryl Browne Page 0,81

something into it. She would have been trying it on; she might well be self-conscious about her body after all she’d been through.

As he walked back out, his gaze fell on a note on the dressing table. Out with a friend, it read. Speak soon. It didn’t have his name on, but he guessed it was meant for him. Why would she leave it in the bedroom? Why not the kitchen, the most obvious place, or the hall?

Christ, he was becoming paranoid. Reminding himself that he didn’t need to feel that way any more, that it didn’t matter where she was or who she was with, he headed back to the hall and opened the front door, sucking in a breath as he stepped into the corridor. Her perfume was cloying. Everything about her had been cloying, he remembered. Their whole relationship had been about her and her needs. Granted, the sex had been difficult to walk away from. It had been spectacular, but it had been just that: sex. No affection. No love. He wasn’t sure she actually knew what love was. For her it was more about possession. Everything had to be done her way or no way. He had no doubt it had been her pulling the strings in her relationship with the hotshot, had the man but known it. He’d obviously woken up to that fact, just as Joe had. She was beautiful, undeniably, potent – and lethal.

Taking the stairs in favour of the lift, which took forever to arrive, he tugged his ringing mobile from his pocket. It was Courtney. He rejected the call. He would get back to her at some point. Meanwhile, if it was urgent, he guessed she’d ring again. He needed not to be at her beck and call, he’d decided, for her sake and definitely for his own. He was about to pocket the phone when it beeped with a text. He checked it and stopped dead. Someone’s broken into the house, he read.

Fuck! Racing to his car, he yanked the door open, threw himself inside and immediately called Sarah back. ‘When?’ he asked as soon as she picked up.

‘While I was out at work,’ she answered shakily. ‘I’ve just picked Ollie up from nursery and …’ She stopped, a sob catching in her throat.

Christ. Joe breathed in hard. ‘Have you called the police?’

‘I’m calling you, Joe,’ she answered, her voice strained. She was trying hard to hold back the tears. ‘I didn’t know what I should do. I wasn’t sure they would come straight away and … I’m scared, Joe.’

‘I’ll call it in now,’ he said. ‘Don’t touch anything. Stay wherever you are and … No, don’t.’ Had she checked all the rooms? There was a possibility someone might still be there, though he tried to reassure himself it was unlikely. ‘Go round to one of your neighbours,’ he instructed, working to keep the panic from his voice. ‘Stay there until I get there. I won’t be long.’

‘Okay. Thanks, Joe,’ she said, her voice small.

Gunning the engine, Joe cursed liberally, wishing to God he could get hold of the bastard who’d done this to her. He’d rip their fucking head off. What the hell was he doing here? Yes, Courtney had needed support. He didn’t doubt that. But his priority should be Sarah. Was Sarah. And he was never bloody there when she needed him.

Forty-Two

Laura

‘Where were you?’ Steve asked the second Laura walked through the front door.

Her heart sank in despair. He was constantly on tenterhooks around her, watching her all the time, treating her as if she were made of glass. Truthfully, she felt as if she was. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror sometimes, it seemed distorted. As if the glass had been shattered and she’d been put back together with part of her missing.

‘Just out walking. I needed some space,’ she answered vaguely. Then, noting his worried frown, she grew irritated. ‘I can’t be answerable for my every move, Steve,’ she snapped. ‘I am capable of looking after myself, you know. I don’t need a bloody chaperone.’

He looked shocked for a second, then he sighed wearily. ‘I never thought you weren’t capable of looking after yourself. I was concerned about you, that’s all.’

‘But why would you be concerned?’ she asked him. Why wasn’t he angry? His life was turning into a catastrophe, and still he tried to be the soul of understanding. What was the matter with him? Did he honestly think he

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