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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. Epilogue
  47. Extract from Those Faraday Girls
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. About the Author
  50. Also by Monica McInerney

On the way back to the car, Eliza asked if Olivia would mind if she walked back to the hotel. She needed the fresh air, the exercise, to clear her head.

‘Of course I don’t mind,’ Olivia said. ‘Come home whenever you’re ready.’

As she sat in the car and watched Eliza walk away, she tried to fight a feeling of self-loathing. She’d promised Eliza they would tell her the truth from now on. She’d already lied.

Chapter Twenty-seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Two hours after her walk, Eliza was back in Celine’s suite again. Sullivan was working beside her.

He’d messaged as she was walking back to the Montgomery. His father had been called into work. Was there any possibility that he could drop by for a visit? Yes, she’d messaged back. Ann-Marie had dropped him off. He’d extravagantly complimented Eliza’s haircut. He’d cheered when she’d asked if he wanted to help her do an hour’s sorting for Celine.

She’d agreed to do that too, as a favour to Olivia. Her godmother had been very apologetic when she rang and asked her.

‘She’s been in bed for the past two days with a cold. We were revelling in the peace. But the rest seems to have supercharged her. She’s ringing reception every five minutes. We just need to calm her down even a bit. Are you sure you don’t mind?’

Eliza was sure. She knew Maxie was doing all she could to find Emmet’s pub. Olivia had been very grateful in regard to Celine. She’d also promised to send up afternoon tea for three.

‘What an awful haircut,’ Celine said as soon as she saw Eliza. ‘You look like a man.’

‘No, she doesn’t,’ Sullivan said. ‘It really suits her. Doesn’t it, Lawrence?’

He’d arrived at the door, carrying a tray of coffee and biscuits. ‘It looks great, Eliza.’

‘I think it really shows off her lovely eyes,’ Sullivan said.

Lawrence agreed with that, too.

‘Stop fawning over her, the pair of you,’ Celine snapped. ‘You’re making me feel sick again.’

‘If you need me to take you to the nearest hospital, just say the word, Celine,’ Lawrence said.

She glared at him suspiciously, then suddenly spoke in a fast stream of French. ‘T’as un tête a faire sauter les plaques d’égouts.’

Lawrence replied as swiftly. ‘Une faute de grammaire, comme d’habitude, Celine. Une tête. Feminin.’

Sullivan listened, wide-eyed. ‘How amazing! What did you both say?’

Lawrence calmly explained. ‘Celine told me I have a head that would blow the manhole covers off sewers. I replied that she’d made a grammatical mistake as usual. A head is feminine in French.’

Celine retaliated by turning up the volume of the TV extra loud. Any more conversation was impossible. Lawrence left, winking at Eliza and Sullivan on his way out.

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