The Little Lies
Chapters (56)
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Also by Valerie Keogh
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Dedication
For my brothers, Declan and Brendan.
1
Jodie Armstrong was early. She sat with her cappuccino and stared out the window of the café. There was a good view outside in both directions, she’d be able to see Flynn coming before he saw her, would be able to see if he were ambling along or eating up the path with determined strides. There was so much she would know by looking at him, this man she loved more than life itself.
He was a happy man. He knew some of what she had done to ensure his happiness but he didn’t know it all. He couldn’t… it was a secret she had to keep. And if there were times in the quiet of the night when it haunted her, when the morning came, she knew she’d do it all again. She was a different person now… love will do that to you, it will turn you into a different version of yourself.
Fate must have been having a laugh the day they met. It had lured them into the same place, watched with glee as they became entwined, then chuckled wickedly as everything began to unravel. But if she could turn back the clock, if she’d known then what she knew now… would she have done things differently?
Lost in her thoughts, Jodie hadn’t noticed Flynn coming until the café door opened and he burst through in his usual last-minute rush, a big smile on his strikingly handsome face. He had a sling across his chest and the plump cheeks of the baby tucked inside were rosy from the heat.
‘Here you are,’ Flynn said, joining her. He undid the sling carefully, unwrapped the baby and passed him across the table to Jodie’s waiting hands. ‘I’ll go and get coffee. Another cappuccino?’
‘Please,’ she said as she held the baby close to her cheek, inhaling the scent of him.
The queue for service was long and slow. Jodie held the sleeping baby tightly, glancing down at his face now and then, but mostly keeping her eyes on Flynn, the man she loved with every breath she took and every beat of her heart.