Jane Costello - Girl on the Run

Also by Jane Costello

Bridesmaids

The Nearly-Weds

My Single Friend

First published in Great Britain by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd, 2011
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Copyright Jane Costello, 2011

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ISBN: 978-1-84739-626-6
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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This book is dedicated to my friend Debbie Johnson
Thanks for everything, Debbie...
Im sure you know why

I can never say thank you enough to the fantastic people whove worked behind the scenes on my books and played such a huge part in their success.

My agent Darley Andersons wisdom and support remain as invaluable today as when we first met and for that Im grateful to both him and his team, especially Maddie Buston and Kasia Thompson.

My friends at Simon & Schuster have, as ever, been an utter joy to work with, and Id like to say a special thanks to Suzanne Baboneau and Libby Yevtushenko for the enthusiasm and tender loving care they continue to lavish on my books. Im so grateful to you both.

I needed some technical guidance on aspects of Girl on the Run and owe a great deal to Phil Wolstenholme (a.k.a. Dad) for helping to shape my heroine Abbys business affairs, as well as Richard Price for his knowledge of multiple sclerosis.

During the writing of Girl on the Run a series of events took place in my life that underlined several important truths for me, the greatest of which was the value of family and friends.

My parents have shown more love and support than I ever could have asked for and Id like to thank both them and my children, Otis and Lucas, who grow simply more gorgeous by the day.

I have been lucky enough in the last year and a bit to be surrounded by friends mainly women with endless supplies of loyalty, patience, strength and good humour. In all sincerity, I dont know what Id have done without them.

For that reason, Id like to extend a heartfelt thanks to Alison Bellamy, Emma Blackman, Debbie Johnson, Nina Owens, Rachael Tinniswood, Rachael Bampton-Smith, Cath OGrady, Madeleine Little, members of the Friday Night Book Club and the scores of others with whom Ive talked, laughed and shared a glass or two (ahem) of wine. Youre all amazing and Ill never forget it.

I live in fear of a four-letter word. One that pings through my brain almost constantly, teasing and tormenting me with the fact that, sooner or later, itll trip me up.

The word? Late. As in, Im going to be. Often catastrophically.

Okay, so the consequences have yet to be catastrophic, but its become inevitable, since lateness and I flirt with each other with scandalous frequency these days.

In the meantime, I stumble to presentations in the nick of time, sticky-browed and apologetic, realising as my cheeks flame to the shade of a well-hung salami that Ive forgotten something. Such as a memory stick, or hand-outs, or... knickers.

Oh God, my knickers. Fortunately, I realised my error midway down the path this morning and raced to the house to start again.

But on days like this, when impossible scheduling means I drive to my next appointment as if on the run from the law, I cant help but despair.

The frantic, twenty-minute journey has mirrored my day as a whole a multi-tasking hell in which Ive combined driving with several other feats: draining my phones battery on approximately seven calls, applying concealer to my bruised under-eyes and eating lunch. I use the word in its loosest sense, given that my anaemic fries and limp burger merely teeter on the verge of being edible.

I take a final bite and discard the burgers remains on the passenger seat as I glance at the clock and register that its 3.45 p.m. In an attempt to distract myself from my wild palpitations, I instead focus on my presentation. Ive memorised the first three lines, as instructed on the public-speaking course I did last year.

Ladies and GENTLEMEN. I grip my steering-wheel and smile demonically the tutor insisted anything less enthusiastic would give off the wrong vibes. A VERY good morning to you ALL.

Its afternoon.

Brilliant start, Abby. Bloody convincing entrepreneur you are.

Its a term at which I still cringe. As if I think someone like me aged twenty-eight and still fumbling through the business world a year and a half after starting out is in the same category as Richard Branson.

I may own my own company; I may possess business cards with the words Managing Director on them, but I doubt Im fooling anyone. I couldnt be a less convincing tycoon if my name was Miss Piggy.

IM Abigail Rogers and TODAY Im going to tell YOU about what River Web Design can do for YOU.

Thats got to be too many vocal inflections. I know the tutor said to emphasise three words a paragraph, but I sound like Braveheart.

I often wonder if Ill ever feel comfortable with the idea of being the boss. When I joined a big firm straight out of college, it wasnt something to which Id aspired. And I enjoyed my last job, so I cant say I was driven to do this by a swine of a manager or vile clients who didnt appreciate me.

On the contrary, it was hearing that I was good at what I did and one too many episodes of The Apprentice that planted the grain of an idea which eventually made me take the plunge. Ill only feel qualified to say whether it was the right decision in another years time. Or ten.

River Web Design is a small but HIGHLY PROFESSIONAL team of four. We pride ourselves on our CREATIVITY (strategically-placed pause), our DILIGENCE (ditto) and our ability to understand what clients and consumers REALLY WANT.

Cue another demented grin.

I spend a ridiculous amount of time in my car these days; a fact which only mildly justifies the obscene amount of money I paid an insurance company to renew my policy yesterday.

Ive been particularly unlucky on the automotive front in the last year; one scrape against a BMW while negotiating a supermarket place and another at a mini-roundabout with an articulated lorry has left me with the sort of premium they charge to insure a Lear Jet.

The lights change and I glance at my map, cursing the fact that I left my sat-nav in the office. I slow down and peer at a sign on the left, my heart flipping as a driver toots his horn.

Shit! Ive taken a wrong turn.

I slam my foot on the accelerator, scanning my surroundings for somewhere to turn. With a convoy of exasperated drivers behind, I dart along a narrow road between two buildings and find myself in a small, tightly packed car park. I whisk round the steering wheel to begin a three-point turn.