Sabina, Alex thought was an enigma. An unquantifiable quantity of something he couldn't explain. Tall, dark and beautiful, with a wit as sharp as his and a laugh that was infectious. He gazed out of the window of the small house in Chelsea at the trees swaying in the park opposite.
He had known her for 3 years now; ever since that first meeting at Wimbledon she had been different. She had been a friend but more than that she had been the one person apart from Jack that knew that truth. When she saw him with a slight swelling around his eye and cut carefully patched up across his cheekbone he...
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