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a man had our business card in his wallet and his wife found it, it shouldn’t be obvious. I know what we were doing was perfectly legal and I wasn’t embarrassed about it, but not all women would be happy to know her partner was ogling scantily clad women after work before coming home. As the building was on the corner of Greyson and Castle Street, we’d agreed on it being called Greyson’s Gentlemen’s Club. I felt that it sounded classy and could be passed off as simply a private bar.
    ‘Staff are all recruited, last design elements will be in before Christmas and the cleaning crew will go and freshen it up on the morning of the opening. You’re not regretting postponing it?’ I asked.
    ‘No, of course not, no way was I putting off our honeymoon just so we could open on New Year’s Eve. We’re having our post wedding party there on the Friday, then the opening night on Saturday, so it all works out perfectly.’
    Gabe tucked me closely into his side as we found a few journalists still loitering outside our apartment and they automatically started firing questions at me as flashbulbs went off. I pulled on my sunglasses and trilby, which I carried everywhere, just in case. Somehow they’d gotten hold of a picture of me and I’d been splattered all over the national newspapers and the television. Everywhere I went I could feel the odd person staring as if trying to work out where they knew me from and then I’d get the occasional look of pity as they realised. Not that I wanted to hear from him, but I still couldn’t believe that Richard hadn’t even checked in with Mum to see how his youngest daughter was doing after her ordeal. I was well and truly better off without that man in my life. I kept my head down while Gabe stood behind me at the bottom door as he put his key in the lock.
    ‘Mia, when are you going to tell your side of the story?’ called a voice.
    ‘What were you doing at Milo’s that night? Were you having an affair? His girlfriend is blaming you for his death.’
    ‘How do you feel about him sacrificing himself for you?’
    ‘ Gabe ,’ I whispered as I felt tears pricking my eyes. When was this going to stop? I’d had enough of it, being reminded all the damn time when I was trying to move on.
    ‘ENOUGH,’ he roared behind me. ‘My fiancée has been through a horrific ordeal and lost a close friend. She just wants to deal with it in her own time without constant reminders, or being frightened to step out of our front door because you’re all down here waiting for her. Leave us in peace. Come on Mia, in you go,’ he pushed the door open for me and slammed it behind us as he pulled me into his arms. ‘Baby, I’m so sorry.’
    ‘I don’t know how much more I can handle Gabe, when are they going to leave me alone?’
    ‘Probably not until the trial is over and they have a verdict,’ he sighed as he removed my hat, kissed my head, and dug a tissue out for me. ‘It may be worth thinking about giving your side of it, in a controlled way, arrange a meeting with one of the papers and the rest may back off once your story is out there.’
    ‘I just want to leave it behind me,’ I sobbed as another set of floodgates opened. When was I going to stop crying about this? I’d sobbed all the way through my detailed report to the police weeks back and had hoped that would be a form of cleansing for me, but it seemed it wasn’t. ‘We’re opening a club, trying for a baby and getting married. I want to be happy about all of these amazing changes, not still crying over … that. ’
    ‘I know, but it’s not something you’re going to get over just like that. The club and all our personal stuff will help take your mind off it, but you need to keep working hard on the exercises Dr. Jarvis gives you, trust me, they’ll really help. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and into bed. You hardly slept last night with stressing about the appointment today. Have a good sleep and I’ll cook us