Something Borrowed by Louisa George

? They don’t have great imaginations for names, do they? Oh, no. Really. No.’ She clicked again. ‘Oh, my God… no.’
    ‘What is it?’
    Jenna’s mouth formed a very plastic smile as she clicked frantically. ‘Nothing. Next page.’ Whatever image had shocked her was gone and there was FullThrottle in full high-vis gear on a motorbike. Another swipe non-starter.
    Chloe leaned over. ‘What is it? Not TheBigCarlhuna again? I thought he’d deleted his profile? When I went in to award his dating stars, he wasn’t there.’
    ‘No. It was no one—’
    ‘Let me see.’ Something wasn’t right. Chloe grabbed the laptop, backtracked and squinted at a shabby, blurred photo of a topless guy in a garden. Her stomach felt as if it had dropped like an elevator, about forty-four floors. She gripped the laptop more tightly. ‘ Jason? ’
    Of course it was. She’d taken the damned photo at Kew Gardens years ago. He wasn’t using his real name, but Chloe would have known that cheating smile anywhere. And that body. ‘That’s Jason. Isn’t it? It’s Jason. Isn’t he still with Amy? Vaughn said they were both going to the wedding. What’s he doing on a dating website? Wait a sec… Searching4U. Urgh. His profile name is Searching For You. When he’d already found me, and then found Amy, and lost me. Member since two thousand and thirteen? We were engaged by then. He was on this when we were together. He cheated on me, and he’s doing it all again with Amy.’ She could feel her blood pressure rising. ‘I should tell her.’
    ‘Not your problem.’ Jenna took the laptop back and clicked off his annoying face. ‘Seriously, honey. Do not get involved. Whatever you say will only look like sour grapes.’
    ‘No. No, you’re right, it’s none of my business.’ But Chloe had often wondered whether Amy had been the first philandering he’d committed. ‘Why didn’t I see it? Why was I so blind to him? I gave everything to that relationship, committed all my energy to it. All he did was use me as a steppingstone to the next poor victim. Men. Bloody men.’
    ‘I hope you’re not going to become one of those women who sits around moaning and complaining? Jason is in the past. You’re supposed to be moving on. And at least, if he’s being unfaithful to Amy, it means he’s just a serial non-committer. It isn’t your fault, sweetie.’
    Chloe shuddered at the thought of how many women he might have had. ‘Poor Amy.’
    So, that was a first, feeling sorry for the woman who ran off with her fiancé.
    Her sister nudged her. ‘Look, you’ve got a reply from someone. Someone who isn’t half bad looking. DrewsAmused . He wants to meet. He likes your photo and thinks you might connect .’
    ‘Please don’t read my messages.’
    ‘He’s cute. Dark, wavy hair, nice smile.’ Jenna jolted up, took the computer over to Chloe’s desk and started to type. ‘Hi. Yes, I’d love to meet for a coffee. Based near Notting Hill. You?’
    ‘Oi, what in hell are you doing?’ It was definitely wine o’clock. Without so much as a backwards glance, Chloe opened the chardonnay and poured two large glasses.
    Jenna took one and grinned. ‘I’m moving things along. You don’t have a lot of time, right? Conveniently, he’s in Shepherd’s Bush, so you could meet halfway. When’s that wedding?’
    ‘Saturday.’
    ‘Drastic measures, then. How about tomorrow? Lunch?’ She typed. ‘No? Coffee? Afternoon? Evening? Five o’clock? Five it is, he says. EAT on Holland Park Avenue? Great, see you there! See? Child’s play.’
    ‘It is until you want to do it for yourself.’ Chloe shrugged, wondering whether she’d need to take a box for him to stand on or tissues for his tears. Or extra cash in case he complained about the severe prices in this part of town. But she never once contemplated another wax. He’d have to take her as he found her. If he was ever down in that neck of the woods. And that wouldn’t be for some time.