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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Five Years Later
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Epilogue
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. Canelo Crime
  63. About the Author
  64. Also by Sheila Bugler

‘I know. But let’s do it over dinner, okay? Go and sit down. I’ll pour a glass of wine and bring it out to you.’

‘No wine for me,’ she said, ‘it’s too hot. I’ll get some water instead.’

He frowned but didn’t say anything. She wondered if he had already guessed she was pregnant. She’d never been a heavy drinker, but she normally had a glass of wine with her evening meal. The idea that he’d worked it out but hadn’t pushed her to talk about it until she was ready, was sweet.

Despite her reservations about eating meat the food was amazing. As it always was when Adam cooked. Clodagh knew he preferred his own cooking to the meals she prepared and, although this sometimes irritated her, mostly she was happy to let him take control of what they ate. The days he wasn’t in London, he spent hours in the kitchen preparing delicious, complicated meals that Clodagh could never imagine making herself. Eating them was another matter. She didn’t have weighing scales but she guessed she must have put on at least half a stone since moving in with him. If she wasn’t careful, she would be the size of a house by the time she was nine months pregnant.

‘I wanted to apologise,’ Adam said, as they ate. ‘You were completely right about Robbie. I should have told the police as soon as I found out Nick had been murdered.’

‘You mean that?’

Relief washed through her. She had been dreading revisiting this and having another row.

‘The truth is, I’ve known all along I needed to tell them. Hearing you say the same thing last night put me on the defensive. You made me realise what an ass I’d been. I was angry with myself so I lashed out at you instead. Do you think you can forgive me?’

‘Of course,’ Clodagh said. ‘What happened with Robbie must have been terrible for you. I just wish you’d spoken to me about it, Adam.’

Her mind jumped back to three months earlier, when she’d first started to question whether moving here had been the right thing to do. Almost overnight, Adam became secretive and tetchy, showing a side of himself she’d never seen before and wasn’t sure she liked. It was good to finally understand there’d been a reason for his strange behaviour. Although she didn’t like the idea that he’d been hiding such a big secret from her. She might not be a world expert on romance, but she knew enough to understand that wasn’t how a relationship was meant to work.