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  2. INTRODUCINGKATIE MAGUIRE
  3. ALSO BY GRAHAM MASTERTON
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Katie took the rings. She would have done anything to keep the claddagh band, as a souvenir of what she and Garrett had shared together and done together, and the dramatic change that it had made to her life, but she knew that she couldn’t. There are some relationships in our past lives that have to remain as secrets, to prevent them from causing even more pain and emotional destruction in the future.

18

Muireann walked into the Mercy University Hospital that morning and there, sitting in the waiting area with a plastic ice pack pressed against her nose, she recognized Megan.

Megan caught sight of her and lowered the ice pack, so Muireann crossed over and said, ‘How are you? You reck me, don’t you, because I reck you.’

Megan nodded. Both of her eyes were so puffed up that she could barely see and the bridge of her nose was embellished with a crusty crimson scab.

‘You can tell me to be off with meself if you want to, girl. I’ll totally have you. But my name’s Muireann.’

‘I’m Megan,’ said Megan, in a blocked-up voice. She tried to smile but her lips were swollen and split. ‘I won’t be after telling you to go, no way. I’ve been hoping for the chance to meet you ever since I first saw you, but I thought we never would, to be honest with you.’

She turned her head around stiffly to check the other patients in the waiting area and then she said, ‘There’s none of the lads around, thank God.’

Muireann and Megan had seen each other several times before – once at Mallow Racecourse and three or four times in The Roundy bar on Castle Street and on opposite sides of St Patrick’s Street. They had never had the chance to speak, though, or even acknowledge each other, because they had been accompanied every time by the men in their lives – Muireann by Thomas O’Flynn and Megan by Barry Riordan.

Cork was a small city, so their paths had been bound to cross now and again, but whenever they had encountered each other, Thomas and Barry had either ignored each other or exchanged death stares and mouthed silent and obscene threats and given each other the finger, like two bullies in a school playground.