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that had previously been chosen by someone whose sense of style was so wrong.
    ‘Shall we take a look around upstairs?’ The bearded estate agent gestured for them to follow him and said jovially to Alice, ‘The third bedroom’s currently being used for storage but it would make a wonderful nursery.’
    Oh good grief . . .
    Dex shook his head. ‘Sorry, there’s no point, I don’t like this place.’
    ‘Why not?’ Alice looked stunned. ‘It’s amazing. I love everything about it!’
    Dex couldn’t help himself; the fact that Alice was actually capable of loving this property caused his enthusiasm for her to bump down another couple of notches.
    It shouldn’t matter, but it did.
    Then again, that was the story of his life, wasn’t it?
    Something always did.

Chapter 4
    It was always awkward, finishing with someone who didn’t want to be finished with. Molly didn’t enjoy being the one causing the upset.
    And in his own macho, blustering, rugbyish way, Graham had been upset when she’d broken the news to him that their relationship was over. Nor had the broken toes helped; the fact that he was only able to walk on the ball of his right foot and was limping around dramatically only served to increase her guilt. Even if he had been the one to bring the situation upon himself.
    So she had finished with him, but he was currently still doing his level best to persuade her to change her mind.
    Hence the fish.
    ‘It’s . . . lovely.’
    ‘I know.’ Graham was like a Labrador eagerly presenting his owner with a tennis ball covered in saliva. Although saliva would have been less revolting than this . ‘It’s for you,’ he added with pride.
    ‘Me?’ Oh God. ‘Why?’
    ‘Because I know you like fish. And I caught it myself. Came home with three, but this one’s the biggest. Eight pounds three ounces. That’s a really good size.’
    ‘Wow.’ Eight pounds three ounces . . . eurgh, that was as much as a baby. How could she turn it down, though, without hurting his feelings? Molly said tentatively, ‘But I don’t know what I’d do with it.’
    ‘It’s a carp. You cook it!’ He was starting to look offended.
    ‘Right, OK.’ Gingerly she peeled back the edges of the carrier bag and took another peep. The carp’s single visible eye was gazing balefully back at her. No it wasn’t, the carp was dead. ‘I’ll do that. Thanks.’
    ‘I remembered how much you like fish,’ Graham repeated.
    This was true, she did like fish. Deep fried in batter and eaten with lovely chips. But it would clearly be cruel to explain to him that this one was turning her stomach. He’d driven all the way from Bristol. It was a gift .
    ‘I do.’ Molly nodded.
    ‘I can gut it for you if you like. Or stay and help you cook it.’ He looked hopeful.
    ‘No, that’s fine, I’ll do it myself. Let me just put it in the fridge . . .’
    ‘Molly, I’ve told you I’m sorry. And I’ve changed .’ Oh help, he was moving back into begging mode. ‘I haven’t had a drink in over a fortnight. I told you I’d do it and I have! Please let me stay and cook the carp with you . . .’
    ‘Oh Graham, don’t say it.’ She shook her head and held out the heavy carrier bag. ‘I’m not going to change my mind. Maybe you should take the fish home with you.’
    He raised his hands in defeat and limped away from her towards the door. ‘No, I’m not taking it, I caught that carp for you. It’s yours .’
    ‘A what? A cup ?’ At the other end of the line, Frankie sounded mystified. ‘Why are you trying to give me a cup?’
    ‘Not a cup, a carp. Graham went fishing this morning, he brought one over for me, but I don’t want it.’
    ‘God, I’m not surprised. Carp are disgusting! Why would he do that?’
    Molly looked at the dead carp with those weird dangly things at either side of its mouth. Frankie was right, it was disgusting. The dangly things made her feel squeamish. ‘It’s his way of being nice. He’s trying to win me