He looked puzzled. ‘They’re not from me, but hey, look, there’s a note.’
‘I bet they’re from Tanisha,’ said Pia as she picked out the card. ‘She really enjoyed last night.’ She read the card. ‘Oh my God!’
What?’ asked JJ.
He took the card before Pia could stop him then passed it to me.
Dear Jess, you’re right. I AM a player. Have been a player. Was a player. It’s in the past. No more games. We do have something special and I don’t want to blow it. You’re the One. And I’m yours if you still want me. Tom.
JJ looked down at my laptop. ‘Got his email address on there?’
I nodded.
He went to my mail and found Tom’s email address.
He quickly typed in a message that I just had time to read before he pressed send. It said: As you Brits say, too late, mate. She’s taken. JJ Lewis.
He raised an eyebrow at me, smiled and put his hand over mine. I had a proper boyfriend at last.
About the Author
Cathy Hopkins lives in Bath, England with her husband and three cats, Dixie, Georgia and Otis. Cathy has been writing since 1986 and started writing teenage fiction in 2000. She spends most of her time in her writing turret pretending to write books but is actually in there listening to music, hippie dancing and checking her facebook page. So far Cathy has had fifty three books published, some of which are available in thirty three languages.
She is looking for the answers to why we’re here, where we’ve come from and what it’s all about. She is also looking for the perfect hairdresser. Apart from that, Cathy has joined the gym and spends more time than is good for her making up excuses as to why she hasn’t got time to go. You can visit her on Facebook, or at www.cathyhopkins.com
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