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I’m scared to discover he still has a hold over me.

Terrified.

I’m in bed, trying to sleep, when Lachie gets home at close to midnight.

‘You awake?’ he whispers loudly, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

‘Yes.’

‘Bronnie!’ he cries with delight, stumbling into the wardrobe as he attempts to take off his jeans.

‘How drunk are you?’ I ask with mild amusement as he flops his long, lean body onto the bed and gathers me up in his arms.

‘Very,’ he replies, pulling me against his muscled chest.

Despite how beery he smells, I love being in his arms. His warm, strong,familiararms.

He slides one leg between mine and kisses my neck. Is he naked? I have a quick feel for his boxers and realise they came off with his jeans.

‘How was Elliot?’ I ask.

‘Bad. Bridgie’s getting married.’

‘I know. I spoke to her.’

‘Thought you might’ve.’ He kisses my neck again.

‘So Elliot’s in a bad way?’

‘He was. He’s pretty happy right now, though. Fliss took him off to a club.’

‘I didn’t know she was out with you tonight.’ I don’t sound thrilled.

‘Bumped into her and she stuck around.’

I bet she did.

Fliss – Felicity – is a friend of Lachie’s from work. She and her older sister, Georgina, run a catering company and they’ve been putting a lot of weddings his way. I’m sure she wants to get into his pants, but Lachie insists she only sees him as a mate. He reckons I’d like her if I gave her a chance.

‘I thought she was doing this wedding with you tomorrow.’

‘She is. She’s picking me up at six.’

‘She’s driving? And she’s still out drinking? She’ll probably still be over the limit when she gets behind the wheel!’

‘She’ll be fine,’ Lachie mutters, while I have this horrible feeling I sound like his mother. ‘Anyway, George will probably drive.’

‘So Fliss is out with Elliot right now?’ I ask as he kisses my neck again.

‘Mmm.’ The vibration of his lips on my skin makes me wriggle.

‘Does she fancy him?’

Lachie shrugs. ‘I don’t know. He fancies her, though, so that’s a good start.’

‘Isn’t she a bit young for him?’

‘Says the cradle snatcher,’ he snorts with amusement.