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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

‘I’m sorry, Angela, so very sorry, and I apologize … sure and it was a mistake on my part. I’ve no excuse for being suddenly angry … it’s just that I was shocked. I thought ye were trying to trick me, that ye don’t want my company.’ He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair, his heart racing. What had he been thinking?

‘I understand, in a way. You hadn’t expected to see us, and here we are. We did go to Harrogate on Friday morning. When I spoke to my solicitor that afternoon, he told me he needed to see some legal documents. They were not in the house in Harrogate, but here. So we came back to get them last night, and we will return there in an hour.’ She half-smiled. ‘A simple explanation.’

Blackie let out a deep sigh. ‘I’m a fool.’

She shook her head. ‘No, you’re not. You’re a man, and men often jump to conclusions without thinking.’

He grinned. ‘And women do that too, don’t ye think?’

Walking forward, now smiling, Angela hurried towards him and took hold of his arm, then leaned against him, her head resting on his chest. ‘Let us forget this silly incident, Blackie. I like you as my friend, and …’ She paused, lowered her voice and added, ‘More. As my lover. If your uncle were not outside, I’m afraid I would be tempted to rush you upstairs.’

Looking down at her, his black eyes sparkling, he laughed quietly. ‘I know what ye mean, but I don’t have the courage to do that, though I’d enjoy it. I’d be afraid to get caught, so I would.’

At this moment, Sarah came into the library and hurried over to them.

‘Your uncle is asking questions, Blackie. I think you’d better come up with some sort of explanation, about why you’re in here with Angela. Why you’re angry.’

Blackie frowned, and slowly released Angela, shaking his head. ‘I don’t have an explanation, sure and I don’t.’

Angela murmured, ‘Just make it a partial truth. You could say we’d asked you to supper, but then cancelled at the last moment because we’d had to go to Harrogate on Friday on an urgent matter. Unexpectedly, you saw us here. Then we, or rather I, just explained everything.’

‘I think it might work …’ He paused, wondering if it would. Patrick Kennedy was one helluva smart man.

Looking up at him, smiling, her blue eyes fixed on him, Angela said, ‘Come to Harrogate next Saturday. With Sarah, and bring Finn if you wish.’

‘Thank ye,’ Blackie murmured, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and left, bracing himself to face his uncle.

TWENTY-SEVEN

‘Sorry to keep ye waiting, Uncle Pat,’ Blackie said, joining him on the terrace outside. He grinned. ‘I’m afraid Sarah and Angela are both chatterboxes. I couldn’t escape for a bit.’