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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

Vivienne made a determined effort to look bored until she spotted the skull ring. Her composure was momentarily shaken but she quickly recovered her mask of indifference. And her voice.

‘By the way, Cillian’s all yours now. I had my fun, and so did he. The disco was quite a night, wasn’t it?’ She stubbed out her cigarette and began to walk away, but then decided to twist the knife. ‘He was good. But I’ve had better.’

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Now

The collie had a black patch over one eye. The rest of his head was white save for his ears. One was black and stood up, and the other was white with black spots and lay flat. His eyes were the colour of honey and sparkled with mischief. For Treasure, it had been love at first sight when he found him at the rescue centre. Mabel clearly felt the same way. Having just been introduced, she was licking his face industriously.

‘Honestly Mabel, you could play a little harder to get!’ her mistress admonished her. Mabel rolled over onto her back submissively and made cow eyes at the collie.

‘He’s certainly a handsome chap. How did he end up in a rescue centre?’ Billie asked. Her shop opened tomorrow, and she was at the booth with Imelda and Treasure making final preparations.

‘The sadly familiar tale of a family buying a cute, fluffy puppy with no thought of what would be required when said puppy grew up to be a whirling dervish needing training and exercise. He was a toy they grew bored of.’

Imelda stroked the young dog’s ears. ‘Well, thank goodness he’s ended up with you. I seem to remember that you have quite a way with collies. What are you going to call him?’

‘Well, he looks like a pirate with his eye patch, so I thought I’d call him Sparrow after Captain Jack.’

Imelda nodded approvingly. ‘Good choice. I love those films! How old is Sparrow?’

‘Almost twelve months. He’s going to need a lot of exercise, but at least he’ll keep me fit,’ laughed Treasure, patting his own slightly rounded tummy. As if to illustrate the point, Sparrow began to chase Mabel around the booth barking excitedly and knocking over everything in his path. Treasure managed to corral him into a corner and clip on his lead.

‘It looks like you need to learn some manners, young man. Maybe I should take you for a run on the beach to wear down your batteries a bit before you wreck the joint. Would you like to join us, Mabel?’ Mabel was already by the door.

‘You go too, Billie. Get some fresh air. I’ll sort this out.’ Imelda began picking up the things that Sparrow had upset.