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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

Patrick simply nodded, went into his office and closed the door. As he sat down at his desk, he grimaced to himself, and wondered why he’d bothered to say those words. If those two want to sleep together they will, he thought. They won’t be able to help themselves. Don’t be so daft, Kennedy. They’re young and involved, don’t kid yourself.

TWENTY-EIGHT

She was not home.

Blackie banged the brass knocker several times, and there was no response. There were no lights on inside the Harrogate town house that was home to Angela’s aunt. Surprise assailed him.

Happy anticipation turned to disappointment. He noticed the side path and walked down to the back door. He tried the doorknob. It was locked. It was obvious the house was empty.

Suddenly, the woman in the garden next door came over to the wall, and said, ‘Mrs Welles might be out shopping, yer knows. For the weekend. She usually does that when her aunt is away.’

‘But I had an appointment with her at this time,’ he explained quickly.

‘Can I give her a message when she gets back?’ the woman asked, offering him a smile. She looked him over quickly, and probed, ‘What’s your name?’

‘Shane O’Neill,’ he answered. ‘I’ll try to come back later.’ He glanced up at the darkening sky, and said, ‘It’s starting to drizzle.’ As he gave her a quick smile, he moved away from the wall, then paused and turned around. ‘Can ye tell me where to get a sandwich, please?’

‘The best place is Hettys Café, just down the hill from The Stray. Do yer knows The Stray?’

‘I do, sure and I do. I be thanking ye, missus. Yes, thanks very much.’

As Blackie walked down the street, a myriad of thoughts rolled around in his head. Why hadn’t Angela been there? She had said twelve o’clock at her aunt’s house. Had she forgotten? Got caught up with her Saturday shopping? Changed her mind?

He had absolutely no idea and was suddenly irritated. This was the second time something strange had happened. Perhaps they were fated not to get together again. Or she had decided to drop him, perhaps? But why?

He had no answers for himself and felt angry at being made a fool of. Perhaps this is what happened when you became involved with women beyond your station. He should have stuck with a girl from the dance hall. He shifted his small bag to his other hand and increased his pace as the drizzling rain splashed on his face. He felt a rush of relief when he saw The Stray ahead of him. He began to run.

He was heading down the hill towards a clutch of shops, where he could see Hettys Café slap in the middle, when he heard his name being called.

‘Blackie! Blackie!’