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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. RITA BRADSHAW
  3. Dedication page
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. PART ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. PART TWO
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. PART THREE
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. PART FOUR
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Epilogue
  37. One Snowy Night
  38. By Rita Bradshaw

‘Why? In case something bad happens to me?’ Now her words were coated in a bitterness that was tangible. ‘I want you to go, all right?’

Adam stared at her. ‘We can’t leave it like this, not after all we’ve meant to each other. Please, Ruby, you must see that? We can sort it out. I promise you, we can sort it.’

She said nothing but her small chin rose a fraction and her mouth tightened. He wouldn’t see her cry, she told herself.

‘I love you, Ruby.’ He wet his lips, one over the other. ‘I’ve been a fool, but you know I love you, don’t you?’

After a few more seconds when she neither moved nor spoke, his head twitched in a little jerk. ‘I’ll go now if that’s what you want, but we have to talk some more. I won’t take no for an answer.’

She remained straight and still as she watched him walk away, his shoulders hunched. It was only when he had disappeared from view that her body gave a visible shudder. In just a few short minutes her life had changed for ever – how was that possible? She had lost Adam and she had lost her sister too; however this turned out she wanted nothing to do with either of them again.

She wasn’t crying. The pain was too fierce for the relief of tears, burning and consuming every emotion except that of furious rage. Now that Adam had gone, now he wasn’t standing in front of her, her anger was directed at Olive. She shut her eyes for a moment, picturing her sister creeping upstairs like a spider, knowing all the time what she intended to do. How could any lass lower herself to trick a lad like that, but especially when it was her own sister’s fiancé?