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wicked smile. ‘You can’t tell me you
don’t know how you feel?’
     ‘Err…I…look
that’s not the point.’ Guy shifted position, unable to get comfortable under
Debbie’s stare. ‘The point is that Juliet, wherever she is, is probably scared
out of her wits right now. Wouldn’t you be if some tabloid had started a
campaign about you?’
    ‘Rubbish.’
Debbie said with a light laugh.
     ‘What?’
    ‘I
may not have known Juliet as well as you did, but on the times we met, I don’t
remember her being the weakling you seem to think she is. Her only problem back
then was the way she let you walk all over her, but you sorted that one out
didn’t you?’
    ‘That’s
not true.’ Guy stood up, moving across to the large bay window at the end of
the room.  
    ‘Right’
    ‘It’s
not.’ He turned towards his sister, surprised at the anger in her voice.
    ‘I
spoke to her you know, after you broke up,’ she said before he could carry on.
    Something
in Guy’s stomach lurched. ‘Really? Why?’
    ‘Because
I wanted to tell her I was sorry that it hadn’t worked out.’ Debbie rested her
hands across her bump. ‘She told me what happened.’
    ‘You
never said.’
    ‘Nor
did you.’
    Guy
turned back to the window and took a long breath, the silence hanging between
them. Why did he suddenly feel more tired than he could ever remember feeling?
    ‘Look
Guy, my hormones are everywhere at the moment, I’m seven months pregnant for
goodness sake,’ Debbie paused, her voice softening, ‘I’ve never commented on
how you live your life and we are all so proud of your success.’
    ‘But,’
Guy added, his voice barely audible as he stared out onto the empty street.
    ‘But
when are you going to grow up? You’re my little brother and I love you, but
ever since we were kids you’ve always thought normal life didn’t apply to you.
And in some ways you were right, you are an amazingly talented singer.’
    ‘Debbie,’
he cut in, ‘just say what you want to say.’
    ‘Fine.
You’re selfish.’
    Guy
felt the slap of her words. He had heard the same from a few women over the
years, but he’d always thought they hadn’t understood him. Hearing it from his
sister cut deep.
    ‘Sorry
Guy that came out wrong. What I mean, is that you are an amazing brother and a
great uncle to Sam, but with everything else you seem to have this one-track
mind. I never asked you what happened between you and Juliet when you turned up
on my doorstep and slept on the sofa-bed for months. I knew you’d tell me if
you wanted too.
    ‘But
whatever happened, it changed you. You threw yourself into becoming a success,
even though it was obvious you hated modelling, and you didn’t stop for breath
until a few months ago. And now you’re doing the same thing all over again with
your music. Except this time it’s something you love. So why are you trying to
drag Juliet back into it?’
     ‘I’m
not, like I told you it was an accident, I had no intention of getting her
involved in my life like this,’ he said again, suddenly wishing he hadn’t left
the comfort of his huge studio flat at all that morning.
    Having
a sister that lived only ten minutes down the road in Finchley had its good
points, but none of them sprung to mind at that moment.  
    ‘But
you have, so what are you going to do about it?’
    ‘I’m
not sure there’s much I can do, I have no control over what the papers print,’
Guy sighed. He knew he sounded lame.
     ‘There
you go again, turning your back on anything that doesn’t fall into your lap.
You’ve been so lucky with the modelling and now you are finally doing what you
love, and you’re great at it, how many people can say that?’ she paused for a
moment. ‘If I thought you were happy I wouldn’t be saying this, but I don’t
think you are.’ Debbie stopped, her words hanging in the air between them.
    ‘Right,’
he nodded, negotiating his way back over the toys back to the sofa. 
    Kneeling
beside