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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY FAITH HOGAN
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Prologue
  8. 1
  9. 2
  10. 3
  11. 4
  12. 5
  13. 6
  14. 7
  15. 8
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  17. 10
  18. 11
  19. 12
  20. 13
  21. 14
  22. 15
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  25. 18
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  27. 20
  28. 21
  29. 22
  30. Author’s Note
  31. Acknowledgements
  32. About the Author
  33. An Invitation from the Publisher

‘Not at all, if it’s how you truly feel.’ He smiled at her and they sat there for a while, both lost in their own thoughts; perhaps they were both getting a second chance. ‘What if, in the spirit of new starts and by way of saying thank you… what if I was to ask you to dinner?’

‘Oh, I don’t know.’ There were too many reasons not to go, chief among them being the fact that she’d been his nurse and he’d been her patient – if only briefly. There was also the reality that regardless of how she felt at this particular moment, she knew, so soon after Eddie, she was in no fit state to go getting involved with someone new, certainly not someone like Finn O’Connell who really could break her heart in two with just the toss of a coin.

‘As friends, just as friends, we could celebrate our own late Christmas; it seems such a shame to have missed out on this one,’ he added.

‘As friends?’ She smiled at him, because as long as that was clear, where could the harm be? She didn’t want to tell him she just wasn’t a casual sort of girl, but then, she looked at him and she had a feeling that maybe Finn O’Connell wasn’t a casual sort of bloke either, not if the right woman came along.

13

There had been some kind of crazy mix-up. Pete or someone had gotten their wires crossed; there was no way that Eddie was seeing Anya behind her back. No way, not Eddie. Liv took a deep breath. But then that small traitorous voice in her head asked: So, where is he now? Exactly. Where has he been for the last two days? Off in Dublin sorting out where Anya is going to live, that’s where. He was looking out for her – that’s all it was, Liv told herself sternly. He was looking out for her, just like anyone with a scrap of human kindness would. She was sorry now that she’d stormed off on him, sorry that she hadn’t asked him for more details; maybe if she’d done that she could put this whole silly notion out of her head. Maybe. What on earth was wrong with Pete, though? That was the question.

Liv felt terrible, as if she might get physically sick at the idea of what Pete had suggested. He was wrong. She had to convince herself of that, otherwise – well, she couldn’t contemplate otherwise. There was no otherwise.