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had commented that he’d missed his chance at love, when she had settled down with another. At the time I’d been too inebriated to consider that she was possibly me ? The moment passed, and we moved on, as we always had been – the best of friends. After all, I wasn’t his type either - if his usual female company was anything to go by. Tall. Leggy. Blonde. The antithesis, of me; petite, not-so-leggy and brunette.
    He’d always gone for the extra lithe, super ditzy women - usually picked up in each Country or City he was frequenting. Each relationship, if you could call it that, conveniently ended when his contract did, if not before. Sebastian had always said that he preferred it that way; a get out of jail free card - all the perks, without the pressure. He was known as a bit of a player with a girl in every port – that kind of guy. Apparently his sexual prowess knew no bounds and for some reason, the reminder of that fact has me quivering.
    Annoyed with myself, and my ridiculous thoughts, I quickly run to the fridge - the only mirror on that floor - to see my reflection and try to catch a glimpse between the many pieces of artwork by my talented son. Staring out between the green splodgey handprints and my favourite painting, showcasing a random blue slug, is a dark haired, green-eyed… Mum! Hardly the sex-goddess that would tempt a man, like Sebastian Silver.
    My shoulders slump. No. Stop! You are not just a mum - you’re a twenty-nine year old, intelligent and attractive woman, remember that . My inner voice chastises me.  
    Actually I didn’t look that bad, considering I’d not refreshed my make-up since I’d returned home. My fitted black hook and eye corset shirt, showed enough cleavage to classily tempt and not turn tricks and my hair fell in heavy glossy waves, down my back, thanks to the last minute lunch cancellation at the hip new salon ‘Gum’, with my darling hairdresser, Sophie.  
    At least I’d gone for the wine option and not the fake-tan and PJ’s decision, when I’d got back. A slightly relaxed woman with a large Spritzer was much more pleasant to look upon, than a St. Tropez smeared stranger with the eye-watering scent of ‘eau de kebab’. I shudder at that unattractive vision.  
    Why did I care though, it was Seb?  
    He’d seen me in considerably worse states. God, when I thought about the nights out we’d had over the years - namely in the student bar, when he’d held my hair whilst I threw up, got me home safely in a cab or let me doss down at his on the sofa. He’d even helped me get to the toilet after my Oophorectomy   operation, when burst ovarian cyst, warranted emergency surgery. I remember, him waiting patiently outside, - to carry me back to bed. Such a gent. Niall had been busy with work - of course!
    Yep - if a girl was in distress within a five-mile radius, Sebastian Silver was the man you called. He just made everything, well… better. Now I was beginning to understand why women swooned around him too.  
    Had I had blinkers on for the past decade? Nope Hun, you’d just been blinded by Niall’s promises and deafened by his lies. Sebastian hadn’t laid eyes on me for the best part of a year, nor had he seen me much since Niall & I had parted ways, so shockingly. The last time we’d spent time together, I was in the middle of a nasty break-up. I was still his best friend, but had also existed as part of a couple for nine years. I’d been two stone heavier and a blubbering, hormonal mess, trying to deal with the fact that I had just packed my partner off, and my future, as I knew it, had ended. I had probably appeared weak and lacking in my usual confidence and very un-Lulu-like. I shudder at the thought of the image I’d portrayed.
    Whilst Sebastian visits my sleeping son, I take a moment to grab a pizza out of the fridge and switch the oven on. Then I prepare a small rocket and parmesan salad and mix up some french dressing. I suppose the one bonus of him