Chapters (70)
- About the Author
- Also by Ruth Hogan
- Title Page
- Imprint Page
- How to use this eBook
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- The Promise
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- A few thoughts and more than a few thanks
- A Word About Our Covers
- Endmatter page 1
Ruby had been right – Vivienne was not to be underestimated. She was clever, calculating and cold-blooded. Imelda could make sure that she never came near Grisha again, and she would happily take her chances if Vivienne tried anything with her. If fact, she would welcome it. But the thought of her hanging around Cillian – and especially his bikes – was now a cause for serious concern. Who knew how far she was prepared to go to get what she wanted and to punish those who tried to prevent her? Perhaps Cillian had been wise not to reject her outright.
‘And what does Mr Cillian Byrne have to say about it?’
Imelda swore that her mother could read her mind sometimes. ‘He says she’s just a kid with a crush on him. That she’ll get bored eventually.’
Alexei shrugged. ‘He may well have more to say than that when he finds out that she deliberately tried to poison his girlfriend’s dog.’
‘Am I his girlfriend?’ Imelda genuinely wasn’t sure if either of them had consciously made that commitment yet. But she rather hoped they had.
‘I saw you kissing in the kitchen. In my book, you’re practically engaged.’
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The taxi dropped Imelda at the gates of Larkins just before 11 p.m. She had spent most of the evening trying to decide whether to go to the disco or not. Shunty-Mae had been adamant that she should. ‘Show that snooty gobshite that her threats are as feeble as a few snowflakes falling on a bonfire.’ But Alexei had said that it must be his daughter’s decision alone. Imelda had rehearsed every possible scenario in her head to see which one played out the most favourably. She couldn’t tell Cillian about Grisha tonight. She didn’t know how he would react, and she couldn’t risk a confrontation of any sort. He was there to prevent trouble, not start it. And would Imelda be able to control her own rage face to face with Vivienne? She had told Ruby that she would be there to support her, and she had already let her down. In the end she decided that she would risk the eleventh hour only, like a contradictory Cinderella. Just in time to grant Cillian’s wish.