Let Love Win by Nicola May Page A

would get back into his book.
    In fact, he would write like the wind and finish this damn novel. He had been wanting to do this for years. So now was the ideal time. He had no distraction other than the dark pull of an unrequited love. So his fridge would be filled with food, he could get sexual gratification from his sex scenes - and the hours would fly by. And by the time he had finished it, his beautiful Ruby would come to her senses and be running into his arms again.
    He needed sex, so began to type furiously.
    Emily was waiting at the door, nipples poking through her little vest, white stockings and suspenders accentuating her toned thighs…

– Chapter Thirty-Seven –
    The Fireman (aka Nick) was in the small kitchen at the back of the church hall when Ruby arrived with four pints of milk. Despite being taller, he was also George-like in a way, with his London accent, short black quiffed hair, big blue eyes and boyish good looks. Today he had stubble and Ruby thought looked even more handsome than usual.
    ‘Here, let me.’ He took the milk off her and put it in the fridge, pushing against her needlessly as he did so.
    ‘Oi!’ Ruby thought at least she should pretend to make a bit of a fuss.
    ‘You loved it, really,’ the Fireman winked as he made his way out to the group, and Ruby had a recollection of her pre-George harlot status. She had even slept with Bentley, the owner of the old people’s home for ex-actors who was at least twenty years older than her. And then there was the handsome, bald and cocksure Adam. He had been so lovely but he wasn’t The One. George, who on paper wasn’t her type at all, was The One but now he had gone and she had to find another One.
    But how could you do that, if the person you loved died and you still loved them? Calling someone a ‘minus one’ wouldn’t be very fair on the new beau, now would it? Maybe this would be a good discussion for The Bow Wowers. She must mention it to Simon.
    Being here had, without a doubt, helped her understand more about relationships. And really this is why she had decided to make a go of it with Michael. But that had blown back in her face, hadn’t it? What could she do? The lovely tall and sexy Mr Bell had made his mind up. He had gone. Obviously didn’t love her enough to take it slow. But part of what he said had been right. He was the first man she had slept with. Yet with age comes the wisdom that the grass ain’t always greener and that people aren’t perfect. And she did feel ‘it’ with Michael. What she called her ‘love feeling’ when they were making love. A draw, a magnetism. ‘It’ just felt right with him.
    ‘Shit, bollocks, fuck.’ Jimmy staggered through the door. Ruby intuitively poured boiling water on to half a cup of coffee granules.
    ‘Black coffee for you today, Jimmy, it is then.’ She handed it to him, his rancid breath today laced with whisky, then put a mug of Diet Coke on Simon’s desk.
    ‘The bastards have sacked me.’ He twitched violently, sending coffee all over the floor. Ruby ran to grab his mug. ‘Oh Jimmy! Let me just clear this mess up and I’ll be with you.’ She hurried to the kitchen to get a cloth, just as Cali breezed in wearing a long pink kaftan-style dress that revealed her ample bosom.
    ‘I saw a glimmer of March sunshine this morning, so thought I’d don a frock today.’ Fanny the wonder dog barked loudly, then threw herself down on to the wooden floor exhausted.
    Ellie appeared with Simon, chattering loudly.
    ‘AITCHOO! That fucking mongrel!’
    ‘Oh shut up, Simon - it’s not my Fanny I tell you. We all know you’re allergic to us really.’
    Simon laughed. ‘And can I just say, your breasts are looking resplendent as usual, dear.’
    Ruby laughed to herself; nobody other than Simon Dye could get away with a comment like that.
    ‘So what happened then, Jimmy?’ Ruby sat down next to the unkempt, overweight and very sad figure.
    ‘Somebody got offended by my