LITMIR.BIZ

       Prologue

      Three months earlier

      ‘Happy pre-versary!’ Anna called from the kitchen.

      ‘What?’ asked Liam, screwing up one side of his face as he removed his coat. He walked through to where Anna was bouncing on her toes with excitement.

      ‘One year today will be our wedding day. So, I made you this. Ta-dah!’ Anna stepped away from the table and kissed Liam lightly.

      Liam pulled away. ‘Right,’ he said, rubbing his neck. His eyes alighted on the amorphous brown mass behind Anna. ‘What the hell is that?’ He took a hasty step back and stared. ‘It looks like some sort of … demon? Have you been binge watching Game of Thrones again?’

      Anna was hurt. She’d spent hours carefully crafting something special for him. ‘It’s a hedgehog.’

      ‘Made from what? Poo?’

      ‘It’s chocolate cake.’ Anna put her hands on her hips but, remembering they were covered in chocolate icing, she wished she hadn’t.

      ‘It’s got teeth?’ he said, peering closer.

      ‘Hedgehogs have teeth,’ said Anna, feeling defensive.

      ‘O-kay.’ He didn’t sound convinced. ‘Anyway, I wanted to talk to you.’

      ‘What about?’ asked Anna, turning her attention to aligning the hedgehog’s wonky eyes.

      ‘Those teeth are like my granny’s dentures.’

      ‘You wanted to talk to me about dentures?’ She smiled at him.

      ‘No. I think we need to take a break.’

      There was a pause as Anna frowned. All she could focus on was that maybe she shouldn’t have used glacé cherries for the eyes. They were demon-like. Chocolate buttons would have been better.

      ‘Anna?’ prompted Liam.

      ‘Yes, fine.’

      ‘Really? You agree?’

      ‘Yes. I think it’s a good idea,’ she said, over her shoulder. ‘You’ve been working crazy hours recently and I could do with a break too. I’ve always wanted to go to New York but I don’t think I could cope with the flight.’ She turned around to see Liam was staring hard at the floor. ‘Did you have somewhere in mind? It’ll be cold and wet wherever we go in this country at this time of year.’

      Liam’s eyebrows inched higher with her every word. ‘I don’t mean a holiday, Anna.’ Beads of sweat were forming on his top lip. His voice was gentle, his expression pained. ‘I mean a break from each other.’

      And that was it. Her engagement, her future, her neat little life unravelled by one sentence. She hurled the hedgehog cake at Liam’s face and truly wished it had been made of poo.