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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Acknowledgments
  32. Thank you for reading…
  33. You will also love…
  34. About the Author
  35. Also by Julie Caplin
  36. One More Chapter...
  37. About the Publisher

Sensing that Conor wasn’t about to be drawn any further about his mother, she changed the subject. ‘My sister would love it here,’ she gestured at the restaurant, ‘and at the farm. Mina’s a real foodie.’ During the rest of lunch, Hannah told Conor all about her sister’s venture in Switzerland and about the cakes she regularly pictured in their WhatsApp chats.

‘She’s the adventurous one.’

‘And you don’t think you are? Coming out to try something brand new in a different country sounds just as adventurous to me. Perhaps you’re more like your sister than you realise.’

‘No way,’ said Hannah automatically, but for the first time she began to wonder. She was the one who had chosen to do a brand-new subject at university, whereas Mina had focused her career on her interests. Doing Law had been a complete leap into the unknown and everyone at work was always slightly surprised to hear that she was a member of a canoe club.

After lunch, they wandered along the narrow streets filled with a mix of touristy and local wares. Hannah relaxed, feeling unusually content as they wandered past pretty painted buildings in an array of colours from rich, deep teal through to dusky red, brilliant blue, and bright yellow. There was wholesomeness about the place, as if the little town was happy to be what it was – both a tourist mecca and a place for locals. There were shops offering a huge selection of Irish wool jumpers mixed among a Spar, a local pharmacy, betting, leather, music and record shops, and sandwiched between each one, it seemed there was another yet another pub, even one that combined drinking with a hardware shop and bicycle hire.

‘Come on, I’ll take you to Dick Mack’s; they have a fine selection of whiskey. We’ll take a dram and continue your education in the hard stuff.’

England Hannah would have demurred or at least raised a protest. Drinking in the afternoon! But at that moment, she realised with a faint sense of triumph, she couldn’t think of anything nicer. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so much at ease with someone – well at ease in some ways. Her body was as taut as harp strings, playing a melody of excitement every time Conor brushed against her amongst the crowds.