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Back In Pursuit of Happiness
Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. 22
  26. 23
  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. 27
  31. 28
  32. 29
  33. 30
  34. 31
  35. 32
  36. 33
  37. 34
  38. 35
  39. 36
  40. 37
  41. Epilogue
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. More from Freya Kennedy
  44. About the Author
  45. About Boldwood Books

It struck her that if she could borrow Noah’s bike for Lorcan, they could cycle some of the new bike routes leading out of the city. The roads to Buncrana, just over the border into Donegal, were fairly flat and on a nice day the view was spectacular. They could stop and grab an ice cream in the sleepy seaside town before making their way back to Derry. Or, better still, they could grab a bag of chips in the Four Lanterns, douse them with salt and vinegar and eat them at the shoreline staring out at the water. No chips ever tasted as good as those eaten directly from the paper by the sea.

Her mind filled with plans as Jo rinsed her hair off and conditioned it. She used her favourite moisturising shower gel and even shaved her legs.

When she dried off, she took extra time to calm the natural frizz of her hair into something sleek and manageable and she dabbed Jo Malone Red Roses into the nape of her neck and the pulse points on her wrists. She dressed in black leggings, a white T-shirt and wore her red bandana-style hairband to keep her curls from her face.

Slipping her feet into her red Converse and grabbing her denim jacket, she stopped to appraise herself in the mirror at the front door. Her mother was fond of posting little affirmations around the house, something she and Auntie Mags had picked up at one of their self-improvement classes, and as Jo stood and wondered whether or not her red lipstick was a bit too glam for a Wednesday morning, she read: ‘You’ve got this. Show the world the fabulous real you.’

Jo slicked on her lipstick and smiled.

This was the day when it would all change. She could feel it in her waters.

14

Pretty Woman

Jo was on a mission. She was going to spend the following three hours indulging in a mini-makeover. She’d go into town and have a mooch about the shops and treat herself to something new to wear to the meeting with Ewan McLachlan. She might buy a new nail polish, or possibly even indulge in a manicure and gel polish. Appearances were important at these things. She decided she’d call into Boots and buy herself some lovely smellies for the shower, a deep conditioner for her hair, a new body lotion. Maybe a face mask. It was a bit too early in the year weather-wise to switch to sandals and bare legs, but maybe she’d buy some fake tan, just in case.