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been reading, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sara asked, genuinely curious.
    “Well aside from reading the final draft of my divorce papers – and hundreds of tweets and abusive emails from devotees of my ex-wife – I’ve just finished re-reading Pride & Prejudice . I needed to bolster my faith in love and happy endings,” Adam remarked wistfully. “But let’s just hope that we have a happy ending in regards to book sales. Don’t worry though, I’m not a prima donna. I don’t expect you to be a miracle worker,” Adam amiably said. “I’m not sure about me being a miracle worker either, but I am about to turn this water into a glass of wine. Would you like another drink too?”
    They both smiled and Adam and Sara looked at each other – differently.
     

 
    5.
     
    Sara returned to the office after two large glasses of wine. Adam thanked her for all the work she had done and said he looked forward to their book tour together. She suffered a twinge of disappointment in him – and perhaps jealousy in regards to herself – when she watched Adam perch himself on a stool and chat to the barmaid as she left the pub to go back to work. Thankfully her boss was nowhere to be seen at the office. Polly explained that she had left early. Cruella had to prepare for an evening out, meeting up with some old school friends from Sherborne. Unfortunately Julian was still at work – and he offered the publicist a look of either dislike or desire through the glass partition of his corner office. Eton had helped turn him into a repressive one minute and a randy toad the next. He should go into politics.
    “How was your meeting?” Polly asked eagerly, as Sara sat back down. Sara noticed the copy of a women’s magazine on her friend’s desk, with the page open at an article about Victoria Glass.
    “Interesting,” was the publicist’s sphinx-like reply. Sara couldn’t help but suppress a not so subtle grin as she still glowed from the recent drinks and company.
    “Well do tell, what’s he like?” Polly said, hoping to mine a nugget of celebrity gossip about the author’s former wife from her friend.
    “He can hold his drink, as well as a conversation,” Sara remarked, as much to herself as to her colleague. Towards the end of their meeting together Sara had noted how she seemed tipsier than him – and he had drunk three times as much as her. Adam had charmingly shrugged and replied, “I was in the army. Drinking is part of basic training... Life can be hard. Drinking softens the edges.” There had been both a wryness and a wistfulness to his tone. Adam Cooper was certainly more complex than the stock hero in his thrillers, Sara thought.
    *
    Sara’s phone pinged with a text message as she put the key in the door to her flat in Clapham.
    Sorry I couldn’t talk earlier babe. Am out tonight entertaining clients, but chat tomorrow. Enjoy your evening without me (but not too much). Xxx
    Although they had made a vague commitment to meet up and go for a drink or see a film Sara was fine to spend the night in. Rosie cooked her world famous (well, Clapham famous) chicken and mushroom risotto and Sara cleaned up afterwards as a thank you. The two friends then watched Jerry Maguire (again) whilst chatting idly about everything and nothing – and working their way through a bottle of white wine. When she heard the line in the film, “You complete me,” Sara ironically felt hollow. She thought of Simon and their relationship. Sara realised she was somehow less than herself when with him, or not the person she wanted to be. Mrs Sara Keegan didn’t sound or feel right. But she had now been with him for over six months. Something must have been working between them. Better to stick than bust was her mother’s advice – especially after she had learned how much Simon earned.
    “It’s not about marrying Darcy, it’s about making sure that you don’t marry a Mr Collins or Wickham,” Rosie had argued a month ago.
    Before