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  1. Cover
  2. Also by Nadine Dorries
  3. COMING HOME TO THE FOUR STREETS
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. About the author
  37. An Invitation from the Publisher

Tommy placed his hand on top of Maura’s shoulder and, feeling the coolness of her, pulled the blanket up and tucked it in around her. ‘You’re cold,’ he whispered and rubbed her shoulder lightly over the top of the blanket. ‘I miss her too, every single day,’ he said as his hand casually slipped under the blanket to the familiar rise of her breast and rested there. ‘There’s no one here who really knew her other than Liam and Maeve and I hate to remind them of what happened. I know they feel responsible, even though they aren’t. We will never know, Maura, how or what; we will only know that someone wanted Kitty dead. She knew, we knew, but they didn’t dare come after us.’

There was a long silence, broken at last by Maura. ‘Kitty isn’t here…’

Tommy stroked his hand along her breast. ‘Aye, because we don’t talk to the same people Kitty did since she was a babby, the people who watched her grow. There’s nothing here, no one, to bring her to us. Not one person who watched her play in the streets or knew her in school. She won’t know this place, out here, won’t be able to find us. One day I was visiting her grave and sat on the bench, the next I was gone. She won’t know where I am.’

He felt a familiar pain rip through his heart and Maura felt it too and was instantly compelled to soothe it. Her husband, her lovely Tommy, was a man who had been through so much. He carried a guilt in his heart and she could only imagine how heavy it felt. There was no atonement to be found for the murder of a priest, no church in which to make confession. Redemption and the pathway to heaven was blocked for Tommy and they lived their life aware that there would no longer be a together forever. She shifted her weight and her lips found his. Her hand moved swiftly down to the inside of his thigh and slowly upwards as she gently caressed him. As was always the case, Tommy responded instantly, and their kisses held an urgent, life-affirming intensity. He would warm her shoulder when she was cold – and she would always be there, to take away his pain.

Chapter Three