by Rebecca Done
There was someone inside, and it wasn’t Jess. It was a guy.
He was medium height and slightly pudgy, with blond hair in need of a trim and cheeks the shade of ruddy you get after coming indoors from chopping logs. Even in my state of half-shock I remembered to play the push-him-over game: what would he do if you pushed him over? My guess was that he’d look a bit upset, dust himself down and then hold up his hands and apologize for something he hadn’t started.
I exhaled, probably out loud. She’d found him. She’d found her Good Guy.
The snow whirled around me. The wind was whipping up and I was freezing. I knew I had to either knock or leave, but I couldn’t move. I simply stood out there in the pitch black, watching.
And then, like a vision, she was there, creeping up slowly behind him. I gripped on to the champagne bottle, transfixed by the sight of her slipping slender hands around his slightly plump waist and delivering a kiss against his neck, upon which he gently turned to kiss her back. His lips met the crown of her head, and she looked for a moment angelic, her hair shimmering blonde in the light and falling in natural waves across her shoulders. She was beautiful, I thought to myself for the millionth time. She was exactly how I remembered.
I retreated quietly to the wall across the road, sitting back down without pausing to brush away the snow. And then I popped the champagne, raising the bottle in a bittersweet toast to Jess. I felt the tug of her proximity as strongly as I felt my own heartbeat, but I knew that this guy wanted her too – and he was the one in her living room, not me.
I smiled to myself, recalling my best memories of her between swigs as the snowstorm picked up. I don’t know how long I sat there. It must have been a while, because I was halfway through the bottle and borderline hypothermic by the time the front door opened.
The guy emerged alone. Wearing a thick coat, gloves and hat (some people are sensible), he slipped what I assumed to be a wallet into his pocket. Checking my watch, I realized it was just before closing. He was probably off to get some more wine in before everything shut.
‘Red or white?’ he called out to her, leaning back into the cottage.
‘Surprise me,’ I whispered under my breath.
‘Surprise me,’ I heard her say faintly from inside.
I smiled to myself and took my last swig of champagne as he disappeared down the road in the direction of Carafe.
In ten minutes or so, he’d be back. I knew it was now or never.
Now.
Or never.
I glanced into the cottage again. Jess was standing with her back to the fireplace, holding herself in a hug, maybe for warmth. She had turned towards the window and was staring dreamily out into the blackness, a smile on her beautiful face. I pictured her new boyfriend crunching jauntily up the road to fetch the wine, whistling, oblivious, happy.
And then she lifted her head, and she could have been looking right at me – the shadow of her past, watching her silently there in the dark.
I shook the snow from my shoulders, and got to my feet.
Reading Group Questions
Do you think there is a specific moment in the novel where one or more of the characters actively makes a choice to overstep a line? Can it ever be possible to pinpoint a single moment that changes your life for ever?
When it comes to relationships, to what extent do you believe age is just a number? In the case of Matthew and Jess, if he had not been her teacher would their relationship still have been inappropriate?
Do you see Matthew and Will as separate characters? How has he changed over the years? Do you empathize more with one version of him than the other, and, if so, why?
Do you think that Sonia is a character to be pitied? Why do you think she behaves the way she does towards Matthew? Did she genuinely like him, or did she always have another agenda?
Discuss the significance of Will’s It can’t be night for ever tattoo. Do you believe that Will feels regret about what happened with Jess, or just regret that they were caught?
Why do you think Debbie and Jess have such a hostile relationship? Do you think that Jess’ actions in the past are to blame for how they are now? Does Jess need to take more responsibility for what happened?
Discuss how mothers and the idea of motherhood is presented in the novel. In what ways can the female characters be seen to be ineffectual role models?
How do you feel about Will’s treatment of Natalie throughout the novel? Is it fair that she has been lied to without any remorse from her boyfriend?
The novel hinges on betrayals. If you were in Jess’ position, would you be able to forgive Anna for what she did?
At the end of the novel, it’s uncertain what will happen next. Do you feel this is a fitting end, given how precarious Will and Jess’ relationship has always been, or would you prefer their story to have a more definitive conclusion? What do you think is going to happen next? Is Will going to walk away? Should he?
Acknowledgements
Thank you to my amazing agent Rebecca Ritchie, for all your encouragement and support from the outset. Also to Sophie Harris and everybody at Curtis Brown – it’s truly been a dream to be part of such a wonderful team.
I would also like to say thank you to my incredible editor Kimberley Atkins, for your constant enthusiasm, insightful editing and so much more. And to Maxine Hitchcock, Sophie Elletson and everybody at Penguin – what a privilege to be working with you all. Thanks also to Karen Whitlock and Cordelia Borchardt.
To my family, friends and colleagues for ongoing support, understanding and excitement on my behalf – thank you.
And finally to Mark. For being there with quiet words of encouragement when I needed them most.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3: Matthew
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7: Matthew
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10: Matthew
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Matthew
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17: Matthew
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20: Matthew
Chapter 21
Chapter 22: Matthew
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25: Matthew
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29: Matthew
Chapter 30
Chapter 31: Will
Chapter 32
Chapter 33: Will
Reading Group Questions
Acknowledgements
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