‘What you said earlier about . . .’ I press my lips together, and I watch her gaze shift down to my mouth. ‘I know we said sex might need to be approached a little more carefully, this time, but . . . can I ask where you land on kissing, presently?’
She starts to smile. ‘Kissing?’
‘Just hypothetically.’
‘Well. I haven’t done a great deal of it lately,’ she says, that slow smile growing. ‘But I think I’d be all right with kissing.’
I lower my head just a little, and she lifts her chin in the same moment, as though the threads connecting us have been pulled taut.
‘Want to give it a try?’ I whisper, my lips inches from hers.
She closes the distance between us in answer. And there, on the dance floor, with the mess of our past behind us and a tangle of our friends around us, with her hair shining silver and my heart bright and bursting, I kiss Addie Gilbert for the second first time.
Acknowledgements
Thank you as always to Tanera Simons, who manages to be super-smart and savvy and incredibly kind and supportive. I am enormously grateful for all that you and the team at DAA do for me.
Cindy Hwang, Emma Capron, Cassie Browne – you have made this book so much stronger and deeper （and sexier – I’m looking at you, Emma）。 I feel so lucky to have you all on my team. To everyone at Quercus and Berkley: thank you for your passion and ingenuity, and for having faith in me. Special thanks to Hannah Robinson, who listened when it really, really mattered.
I have dedicated this novel to my wonderful bridesmaids, Ellen, Nups, Amanda, Maddy and Helen, who were sadly not able to walk with me down the aisle at my wedding, but whose love and support have informed all the sisterhoods in this book. Thank you, guys, for the countless heart-to-hearts, pick-me-ups and cups of tea over the years. I’m really lucky to have you all in my life.
A huge thank you to Gilly for the voice notes, the 43mb chats, and the important discussion of whose dog is big and whose dog is small. You kept me afloat in 2020. Thanks to Pooja for always being so excited when a new word doc lands in your inbox, and for your help with the details. And thanks to Tom, for whom this will always be The Mercedes Book – apologies for ignoring most of the information you gave me. Call it artistic licence.
I’m very grateful to the Taverners for giving such valuable feedback on early drafts of this book. Thanks also to Peter for brainstorming with me in Provence, where much of this story was born. Thank you to Phil, who answered odd questions, and Helen, aka Boob Consultant, who answered even odder ones. Thanks to Colin, who very patiently taught me how to drive. I’m also immeasurably grateful to my parents, who are always there for me, something that I just cannot appreciate enough.
Finally, thank you to my husband, Sam. I love you the way Addie loves Dylan, the way Dylan loves Addie, the way Molly loves pears. Here’s to a lifetime together.