Chapter Six
Lying on the bed in her new accommodation, Fiona realised she’d read the same page of her book about ten times and hadn’t absorbed a single word. It was hardly surprising, though. She was just too excited.
It was Sunday evening, and she was due to start work the following morning. She’d spent the past two days moving her stuff across London—easier said than done when she didn’t have a car and couldn’t afford to hire a van. Fortunately, Gary had managed to persuade one of his workmates to lend him his car and between the two of them and their other flatmates, Jenny and Ben, they’d managed it. It had involved some very creative packing of the little Peugeot, not to mention some rather hairy journeys through the centre of the city.
She’d never said a word in front of Gary or th
