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Chapters (70)
  1. About the Author
  2. Also by Ruth Hogan
  3. Title Page
  4. Imprint Page
  5. How to use this eBook
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Contents
  9. The Promise
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33
  43. Chapter 34
  44. Chapter 35
  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
  53. Chapter 44
  54. Chapter 45
  55. Chapter 46
  56. Chapter 47
  57. Chapter 48
  58. Chapter 49
  59. Chapter 50
  60. Chapter 51
  61. Chapter 52
  62. Chapter 53
  63. Chapter 54
  64. Chapter 55
  65. Chapter 56
  66. Chapter 57
  67. Chapter 58
  68. A few thoughts and more than a few thanks
  69. A Word About Our Covers
  70. 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.