succeed. Her gift-chocolate business was doing very well, and having tasted some of her friend’s more recent concoctions, Olivia could see why. Her friend had always been a terrific cook, but no one was more surprised than Leah when she had gone abroad to perfect her pastry-chef skills and returned as a trained chocolatier. “Are things still as busy as ever with you?”
“Yes, but it’s calmed down a little since Mother’s Day, thankfully.”
“You’ll have to think about taking on someone else soon, Leah. You’ll work yourself into the ground otherwise.”
“I wish I could afford to – but I’ll have to do a bit better before I can think about taking on some poor misfortunate that I can boss around.”
“Like you do Josh, you mean?”
“Exactly.” Leah laughed. “Listen, I must go, I want to catch Robin before she heads off for work. It should be around sevenish in New York at the moment, shouldn’t it? I’m dying to find out what she makes of all this.”
“Do you think Robin will be invited to this too?” Olivia asked, suspecting that even if she were invited, Robin would hardly come home for it. She wasn’t so good at keeping in touch, although Leah seemed to know a lot about what was going on with her.
“Hardly, but it’s an excuse to have a good old gossip, isn’t it?” she said wickedly. “No, I was planning to ring her anyway. I haven’t spoken to her in a while, and I’m dying to find out how things are going with this boyfriend of hers.”
“She’s still with him then?” Olivia asked, once again feeling a little hurt that she knew so little about Robin’s life now. “He’s not American, is he?”
“No. All those handsome, loaded New Yorkers, and Robin had to go and find herself a Irishman from the ‘Wesht’.” She laughed. “Listen, I’ll go – I’ll tell her you were asking for her, will I?”
“Do – and tell her to give me a ring sometime.”
As she replaced the receiver, Olivia felt vaguely saddened that she and Robin, having been so close throughout university, were hardly in contact at all these days.
It was a pity really, Olivia thought, going into her living-room and slumping down on her sofa. Back then, the two of them had been friends from the very beginning, right from their rather unusual first meeting, all that time ago.
8
I t was late one Friday afternoon and Olivia and Peter were grabbing a quick coffee and a few moments together at the cafeteria in the UCD Arts Building.
“What do you fancy doing tonight?” Peter asked, his dark eyes even more striking than usual in the afternoon light.
“Don’t know if I fancy going out at all,” she said with a grimace. “I’ve still got loads to do on this paper and, even though I don’t feel like it, I’ll really have to make the effort. You go out, though. I’m sure the others will be up for it.”
“Nah, I’ll stay in with you and ferry food and coffee to you like a good househusband,” he said, eyes twinkling.
She and Peter had recently moved into a small apartment in Clonskeagh and they were still very much in honeymoon mode. Initially, Olivia did have her reservations about moving in with him, especially as they were both so busy, but so far things couldn’t have been better. Far from being a distraction to her studies, Peter often was a great help.
“Well, you might get bored with that very quickly.” she teased, draining her coffee mug. “Seriously though, if you want to meet the others …” Then, she trailed off, as something at the table just behind them caught her eye.
“No, I’m not in the mood tonight, I think I’ll …”
Olivia barely heard his reply, and her heart began to thump in a heightened state of alert as she tried to take in what was happening. Sitting at the table behind them was a petite auburn-haired girl who seemed to be having some sort of difficulty breathing. Olivia’s first thought was that she must be choking on something, judging by her
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