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2024-10-29 19:42:56The next morning, she opened her eyes to find Josh lying next to her in bed. He was on his back with his right arm stretched above him. Sunlight was beaming through gaps in the curtains, caressing parts of his face and exposed chest. She couldn’t resist gently pushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. As it didn’t cause him to stir, she decided to get out of bed and go outside. She was desperate to see the view from the cottage in the light. Wrapping her dressing gown around her and pulling on some thick socks, she walked out to the hallway where they’d left their shoes. She knew she would need their welly boots for this weekend, it could get very muddy here this time of year. She pulled them on and shut the front door gently behind her.
Considering it was the end of February, it was actually a beautiful day. It was cold, but it was a cloudless sky, so the sun was shining bri
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Daniel was definitely dressed for a date. He was wearing smart dark blue trousers with shiny chestnut dress shoes. His white shirt had clearly been meticulously ironed. Miranda had to admit, he looked pretty good.For a moment, no-one said anything. Miranda just looked at the two people by the doorway, a little opened mouthed. Josh looked utterly confused.“Surprise!” Sharon announced feebly.Miranda still wasn’t able to say anything, so Sharon clearly decided she was just going to pretend everything was fine.“Come on Josh, help me get things ready. You’ll need to set another place for dinner if you’re staying.”
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God, she hoped Sharon wanted to talk properly. Maybe there was a way they could work this out. When she heard nothing from the receiver, she wondered if it hadn’t been an intentional call.“Sharon?”Hearing his mums name, Josh came in to listen to the conversation. Miranda put her phone on loudspeaker so he would be able to hear.Finally, she heard her voice.“I just wanted to let you know, I am planning on informing your new employer about your disgusting relationship.”Her voice was slurring a little, and Miranda could tell she’d been drinking. Her eyes flickered up to Josh’s
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