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for them. I finished, panting
and went to the kitchen for water. I loved the feeling after a workout, when
the mind and body were relaxed. I did some of my best thinking when I worked
out. Even Prada got into it with a few stretches before deciding he was svelte
enough and returning to his bird watching post.
    I showered, dressed and spent an
hour getting a head start on cutting Saffy’s
wedding dress. I was on fire tonight—I could achieve so much when I was
boyfriend-less. Tick that box, right, then I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a
glass of wine and made my way to the sofa. It wasn’t the best diet, so maybe
I’d have some toast later. While enjoying my wine, watching Outlander, in the company of a beautiful male… cat—the love of my life, I realized I hadn’t
heard from Nik since the return text after the press conference or Adam since
he told me by text that he loved me. Fuck you, Adam and Nik. Life sucked
sometimes—I was perfectly happy before Nik decided that he needed to be in my
life, now I just had to remember that. Either he really was shitty at me
about the press conference or he saw me sitting with my hand on Ethan’s arm.
    I kind of missed hearing from him,
damn him… damn men, but I wasn’t going to make contact. I told him I wasn’t
ready and it was best he stayed away for his own safety and now he was doing
just that, I would just have to accept that. Maybe he had just decided to let
it go, which was a good thing, even though I felt flat. See, this is why you
shouldn’t start these things. It creates a space and then you’ve got to fill
it.
    Getting
over Adam was easier… seeing him flirting with one of the journos at my Saints’
press conference brought back all the drama he caused me and there had been
plenty of it—cheating, lies, snorting drugs and there had been plenty of great sex
too—I wish the sex was bad; it would make it so much easier to forget him.
    My telephone
rang and I debated whether to tear myself away from watching Outlander— I’d
love to personally fit that kilt that Jamie wears, he was so manly yet
vulnerable, sexy and—where was I? Oh yeah, or just ignore my phone. Ah, the
pull was too strong. I went to the counter and grabbed it. It was my ‘bestie’ Max.
    “Hi
Maxie,” I answered, taking the opportunity to top up my chardonnay while in the
kitchen. I returned to sit next to Prada
    “Babe,”
he said, “so what’s happening with the German?”
    I
sighed. “Nothing. We were jinxed. I warned him to stay away for his own safety
and it looks like that worked.”
    “Why
would you do that?” Max’s voice went up an octave.
    “Because
I’m an idiot.”
    “Oh,
right then,” Max said, agreeing.
    “Because
it is too soon. I’ve just got into a really good space, I like that space,” I
said.
    “I
understand but major bummer on the timing,” Max said.
    I shrugged, not
that Max could see that on the phone. “It’s a good thing, really,” I said. “I
didn’t mention this last night in front of Ethan, but Adam dropped in the
divorce papers earlier this week and Nik was here. There was an incident.”
    I heard Max sigh
and he dropped his voice as though someone else was in the room with him.
“Fucking Adam, I’m sorry Sassy, but I’m glad he’s out of your life. That boy
was nothing but trouble. Ooh, I sounded like your father then... not the
fucking part; I don’t think I’ve ever heard him swear.”
    I
asked after Ren and we chatted for a bit, before hanging up. I unpaused Outlander and watched for ten minutes before my phone pinged with a text. I flicked
the screen, and saw the text was from Alice.
    ALICE:
wot hav U done 2 my housemate?
    I
rolled my eyes. What the fuck? Anything that has happened to Nik now is not
my fault; I haven’t seen him since the press conference.
    ME:
Can’t take credit 4 any recent injuries
    ALICE:
He’s morose. Been so since Wed night
    Mm,
I thought back to last night and dinner with Ethan, Max and Ren. I wonder if