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are you still jealous at the thought of me and other women?"
    "Um... I don't know. I think I've just accepted it, it's who you are and what you do. I know that I left LA and you had a new girl on your arm within a few hours, I'm not daft. I just had so much fun, I wanted to carry on having fun instead of some other girl taking my place. It would fuck me off if you shagged someone while you're having a holiday fling with me though."
    "I wouldn't do that, my god, what kind of person do you think I am?" I simply shrug and he smiles slightly before continuing. "I like this, I like that we can just talk like this, totally open, nothing hidden." Yeah, about that... "I like you, Til, I like all the stuff we do together, which is weird because most girls bore the hell out of me in five minutes flat. Like I said, we did more than I've done with anyone in a long time. I don't want you fucking other guys either, but hey, I've gotta accept that that happens..." he pauses, "don't I?"
    "What?"
    "You with other guys."
    "Well, I wasn't a virgin when I met you, so... duh."
    "That's not really what I meant." he says, putting his knife and fork down on his cleared plate. "Oh, by the way, there was a letter for you on the hearth, did you see it?"
    "No?" I put my cutlery down, hop off my stool and head to the fireplace. I don't know how I missed the A4 page, folded in half with 'TILLY' written in massive letters on the front. I open it up.
    ' Morning sleepyhead,
    As you were both still asleep at ten, we had to go without you. Hope you had a fantastic 'sleep'. Text me if you want to meet up later, we can make another trip to the ski hire place for you. You naughty little minx, didn't take long for you two to find each other ;-) Maybe lock the door next time so I don't have to walk in and see you cuddled up like husband and wife. Very cosy.
    Only teasing, can't wait to meet him later,
    Love you, Clare.
    (Oliver is making me sign his name, too.) And Oliver. Xxx’
    Those two need to do it and get it over with.
    Luke surprises me suddenly by scooping me into his arms and collapsing on top of me on the giant sofa. I laugh hysterically as he tickles my waist, kissing my neck simultaneously. No, no! Away from my Wriggler bump! I squirm underneath him and manage to distract him by hooking my legs around his waist, tightly. He looks at my face, those dimples...
    "You know, your ass looks pert as apples in these pants," he says with a grin, "you have a great ass, let me see it."
    I laugh, "No! Listen, Luke, can you do me a big favour?" I ask, folding the letter and tossing it on the coffee table that sits between us and the amazing log fire.
    "Anything, if you'll show me your sweet ass."
    "Okay, I'll show you my ' sweet ass' , if you can help me persuade the others to drop the subject, when I tell them I'm not skiing. I really don't want to make a big deal out of it."
    "No sweat, sugar-lips, I can do that. Can we act, like, together and all?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "You know, in LA we were all, like, couples; Danny and Bea, you and me, your sister and Jay. Can we do that here? Then we can say we're doing our own thing, instead of skiing with everyone else."
    "Oh okay, good idea," I just know this is going to make everything difficult. I am going to have an amazing time, I'm not going to want to tell him about Wriggler and when I do, I'll end up in love with him, begging him to be the active daddy in our little family. Which is not going to happen. I am letting myself have fun with Luke, but I have to tell him soon and I have to keep my wits about me. Remember the type of man he is, a lovely one, but a ladies' one. He's not ours, Wriggler, we must remind ourselves regularly. He's not ours.
    "You love it." he says, his face closing in on mine.
    "Love what?"
    "You love acting together and all. Admit it, you love me, you want my babies." He kisses my lips softly.
    I laugh with him, but also at the irony of it all. I've already got one of those, darling. "Yep. I