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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

It was a full moon floating high out there in the midnight-dark sky overflowing with stars. The moonlight filtered into the room; he did not need his little candle at this moment. Many thoughts went through his busy mind. Meeting Angela so unexpectedly, being stunned by her beauty, her manners, her refinement. She was unlike every woman he had met so far. He had not had a relationship; he had only danced with gauche local girls at the dance hall, some of them shy, some of them brash and pushy. He was the same way with them as he was with everyone: friendly, cheerful, always looking for the good in people. But in the years he’d been going to the dance hall, he had never met anyone like Angela.

He was a virgin, had never slept with a woman, and for a moment this worried him. Then he shoved the worry away. He desired Angela, wished to make love with her, possess her, be possessed by her. On the other hand, maybe she would not want to take their initial attraction to that conclusion. He would abide by her wishes.

He felt himself relax. He would be whoever she wanted him to be. That was the only way he knew. A gentleman. His uncle had drilled that into him: don’t force yourself on any woman; respect their wishes, and let them take the lead.

Blackie experienced a rush of sudden desire, thinking of Angela’s gentleness, and yet there was ardour behind this refined air. He had seen it in her eyes. He closed his own eyes, imagining her in his arms, and groaned with desire, aroused yet again for the third time since he had gone to bed.

He threw off the bedclothes, went and drew the curtains, cutting off the moonlight. Back in bed he let his thoughts drift, his mind going back to the earlier part of the evening when the girl Gwen had gone missing – the event that had led him to walk Sarah home and meet Angela. Whatever Sarah, Finn and Alf thought, he was not so accepting that she had gone off with some other young man. He could only hope he was wrong. Perhaps tomorrow the mystery would be solved. It was a funny world they lived in, a dangerous world.

EIGHTEEN

Finn arrived at Pat and Eileen Kennedy’s house for Sunday dinner exactly on time and, as he usually did, he had lots to tell. But in this instance, it was not gossip. It was news, and bad news, at that.

Blackie knew at once that Finn was aching to speak about something important, yet was polite enough to greet Uncle Patrick and Aunt Eileen first.

‘Welcome, Finn,’ Eileen said, appearing in the kitchen doorway, a bright smile on her face.