Hi everyone! Might seem a bit of a random chapter but just setting the scene for bigger things to come ;) Thanks for the reviews, as always! xo

"It's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on earth with you. Tell me all the things you wanna do. I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true? It's better than I ever even knew. They say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you, baby now you do."

Carla stood outside the almost wreckage of what used to be Tracy and Rob's shop a few weeks later. She looked in a daze as she took it all in, a sadness filling her heart as she thought about the little brother she had found and lost in such quick succession.

Peter and Carla had grown closer in the last few weeks, spending time together but mostly as friends. Although neither of them could stop themselves tumbling into bed with each other every so often. Mostly though, Carla resisted. She allowed him back in as a friend and although they both knew the love they had for each other hadn't gone, Peter accepted that Carla wasn't ready to trust him completely, maybe she never would be. He was willing to take that risk.

Carla looked up with a deep sigh, fiddling with the keys in her hands as she still stood outside the shop. It hadn't come as much of a surprise to anyone that Tracy had smashed the shop to smithereens in a moment of anger, everything from the last few months catching up with her finally. When Peter had moved away he signed to bookies over to Tracy, although Carla hadn't known this at the time. He told her recently that he couldn't bare to have the connection to the street, to her, when he was so close and yet unable to return.

In the few days after Tracy's outburst, Carla had tried to talk to her, make her see sense and hand it back over but nothing had worked. She may have saved Carla's life once, but she wasn't about to make life easy for her by any means. Carla knew what that place meant to Peter but she was nervous to do anything about it, knowing it had been the cause of many an argument and upset between the two of them in the short relationship they had. She was selfish, but she wasn't that selfish and she felt like she owed it to Peter after pushing him over the edge again not so long ago.

She didn't tell him but that still ate her up inside. The guilt. She'd felt a lot of guilt in her time but his face that night had nearly destroyed her. She had to make it right and she hoped her grand gesture would help that.

She wasn't usually lucky person. In fact, she'd go as far as to say she'd had a pretty bad run of it so far. But on the day she'd walked in on Tracy and Tony in a compromising position, Carla figured luck was on her side for once. This was what she had needed, her leverage. With this, she had been able work out a way to get exactly what she wanted. Granted, it hadn't been easy and it also made a huge dent in her bank account but with Tony determined not to let Liz find out, there was nothing that they could do but sell up.

And that was how Carla came to be standing outside the place that used to be the bookies. The flat she'd once called home. She'd never felt right there, never felt she belonged, and that was before Peter had drunkenly told her so. But still, she had grown to be quite fond of at least a few of the memories those walls held. Unable to keep her secret any longer she headed into the Rovers where she knew Peter was waiting for her and still would be waiting, despite the fact she was at least half an hour late.

Without out speaking she slipped into the booth opposite him and put the keys on the table between them. Peter frowned softly, "What's that love? Keys to your ice cold heart?" He teased softly.

"Oh ha ha." She pulled a face before shaking her head, pushing the keys towards him. "No actually, Mr Barlow. These are the keys to the bookies. Well, actually they're the keys to that bloody mess of a shop at the minute but that is your problem mr, not mine!" She held her hands up as he frowned more. "Eh? Carla I don't understand?"

Carla sighed almost nervously, chewing her inside lip as she always did when she was nervous, "Look, that place were a part of you, Peter. And I know it were partly my fault you lost it. So this time, no stepping in, no trying to help out. In fact I don't even wanna hear about the damned place."

"Carla, what are you saying?"

"Oh for God sake, Peter! Do I need to spell it out?" She smiled though, playfully, "It's yours! Alright? The bookies is back where is belongs. Although, it's your mess now. You're gonna have to shift everything and get all new stuff back in. I don't want it to cause any tension between us, Peter, I mean it. I want nowt to do with it."

Peter didn't speak for the longest time, and for a brief few moments, Carla thought she'd done the wrong thing, jumped in too deep, done too much. But then she noticed the tears brimming in Peter's eyes, a few escaping before he could stop them. "You did this.. For me?"

Carla shrugged as though it were nothing, "Eh well, needed a reason for you not to run off again, didn't I" She joked softly, blushing at Peter's next words, "That reasons already in front of me."

Carla finished the mouthful of Peter's orange juice hhe had left, standing up, "I'll see you at mine in a bit, eh? Bit quieter." She kissed his cheek and walked off but not before turning back quickly, her hands on the bannister of the booth. "Oh Peter, one more thing." He looked up at her expectantly, smiling,

"I've called off the divorce."

And with that, she as gone, the only sign Peter had to remind him she had been there, however briefly, was the keys still on the rovers table and a small, red lip stick mark on his empty glass.