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“I’ll contact her,” I told him. “Although I don’t know that she’d be likely to tell me any more than she’d tell you or her sisters.”

“I dunno,” he said, “you two seemed to click last time you met.” He gave me an amused look.

“That was eight years ago,” I replied wryly, “and the only conversation we had was with our tongues.” I blanched as his eyebrows rose. “I mean… ah…”

He rolled his eyes. “Anything you can do would be greatly appreciated.” And that was the end of the conversation.

So being in the middle of talking to her when it sounds as if her ex might be at her door has put me in a difficult position. I wait and listen, prepared to close the laptop as soon as I know she’s okay.

A male voice says: I need to talk to you.

Her: I’m busy.

Him: What do you mean? Have you got someone there?

There’s a bang, and an exclamation.

Her: What the fuck? Jason! You can’t just walk into my home.

I stiffen, alarmed. Shit. What should I do? Phone the police? I pick up my mobile, ready to call them.

Him: Where is he? Who is it?

Her: There’s nobody here. I was on the phone.

Him: Who were you talking to?

Her: It’s none of your business. I want you to leave.

Him: Don’t do this. I just want to talk.

Her: Well I don’t. There’s nothing to talk about. We’re done. You’ve got to stop this and accept it.

Him: I’m never going to accept it. I want you back.

Her: You can’t browbeat me into going out with you again. You’ve got to stop calling and messaging me. What you’re doing—it’s harassment, Jason. It’s stalking. Do you understand that?

Him: That’s bullshit! I love you. And I’m trying to show you. It’s not harassment!

Her: Are you drunk? Jesus. You’re fucking drunk.

Him: Who were you talking to? Tell me.

Her: An old friend.

Him: From New Zealand?

Her: Yeah, but he’s in London, and we’re going to meet up.

Him: Do you have feelings for him?

Her: We’re just friends. But if you were a fraction of the man that he is, we might still be together.

I’d have blushed if I wasn’t so worried.

Him: Don’t say that. I love you.

Her: Don’t you fucking touch me.

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