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Chapter 3

Bryony

Dear Jessica,

Grandma is alive.

Grandma is alive.

Grandma is alive.

I’m so freaking mad.

Grandma is alive.

I’m not okay.

Here are five things I know about my current situation:

The big—nay, giant—man with his back to me is called Mac, though we still haven’t properly introduced ourselves

He has a very nice butt, which is all I can see of him since he won’t turn around to face me and my eyeballs were too frozen before to remember what he looks like

I didn’t know I was into butts

I really, desperately hope it’s hisex-wife’s clothes I’m wearing. Otherwise I’m being a butt-forward home-wrecker

This is the best club sandwich I’ve had in my entire life

Mac hasn’t said a word since I came back to the kitchen after changing.

Literally, not one word.

I found him with his back to me, scrubbing out the sink I was just having a bath in. But I also found a sandwich and a piping hot London Fog on the butcher-block prep island in the kitchen, which I’m pretty sure I remember is for me. Hopefully it is, since I’m halfway done eating it.

When I said thank you, he grunted. When I moaned at the first bite of the club, he stiffened, but silence reigned. I get the sense that this man isn’t one for idle chit-chat.

Luckily, I am.

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