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see you in Dublin in a week.”
William Bolles was a mystery. Why would he kiss her? It complicated everything. Relocating to Dublin would be tough enough without adding another layer of social pressure. Instead of being wildly attracted to him, she should be erecting tougher barriers. He was a Bolles and born into a type of privilege that she would never understand.
Chapter 5
Bridget had been in Dublin for five days. It was odd to be staying at William’s house with just the housekeeper, Mrs. Blake, but she relaxed and enjoyed the converted pub. She had found an affordable flat that was fully furnished and had stopped in a few times at Breen. It took her two days to convince the landlord to let her move in early. He had insisted on speaking with her employer so she had reluctantly called William and asked for his assistance. As soon as that happened, he became far more agreeable and even personally met her with the keys.
Now if she could just sort out something for her father. Bridget had visited him each day and he was overjoyed that she was in Ireland for the next year. She checked her bank balance again. It was unbelievable that she had enough money in her account to buy him a small cottage outside of the city.
Getting off the bus by his rented flat, she scanned the sidewalk for him and smiled when she spotted him feeding the birds. Only the tourists fed the birds, but Thomas North believed in living in the moment. He looked thinner these days but in general had fared well. Other men would have allowed bankruptcy to defeat them, but he kept a positive attitude.
“Hello, Tom.” It rattled her nerves occasionally that she addressed her father by his given name, but he never objected. She guessed it was part of her taking care of him and it relieved him of some of the responsibility of being a father.
“Bridget, you look so pretty today, dear.”
She kissed his cheek. “The estate broker is waiting at the pub.” She had spent the last couple of days arguing with him about purchasing a small cottage. She had finally prevailed. She needed the win. She had given up her life in London for the next year on the whim of Olivia and William. Now she needed to secure a permanent home for her father. It would keep her motivated and working hard for the next twelve months. It would mean she wouldn’t have to worry about her father or struggle as much. Maybe when she returned to London, she would be able to rent her own flat.
Thomas put his cap on. “I spoke with him this morning and asked for him to look for cottages over by the Donne Golf Resort. It would be a good investment with the course opening in the next year. The value will skyrocket.”
“Tom, that golf resort has gone through many owners. As we know firsthand, it’s a money pit. Won’t it depress you to see it each day?”
“On the contrary, I plan to play golf there one day.”
She bit her lip. There was no point digging up the past.
The estate broker was a laid back and easy young fellow who spent considerable time taking them around. Tom chose a small cottage that needed a little work and she signed an offer. She hoped he could move in within the month and then begin to see a different future for himself.
***
William flew his aircraft into a private airstrip outside of Dublin. He had spent the last week trying to banish Bridget from his mind with an intense and grueling bike race but with little result. He had only been successful replacing his desire with anger. How could she so easily capture his interest? He had plenty of women throwing themselves at him. Why did she rattle him so easily?
Maybe he should send her back to Olivia. But he had no desire to speak with his sister about the issue. What would he possibly say? She gets under my skin and I don’t want her around? He refused to admit a weakness. He would deal with his attraction to her in some way or another. And if Olivia had any suspicion that he found Ms. North desirable, she
William Bolles was a mystery. Why would he kiss her? It complicated everything. Relocating to Dublin would be tough enough without adding another layer of social pressure. Instead of being wildly attracted to him, she should be erecting tougher barriers. He was a Bolles and born into a type of privilege that she would never understand.
Chapter 5
Bridget had been in Dublin for five days. It was odd to be staying at William’s house with just the housekeeper, Mrs. Blake, but she relaxed and enjoyed the converted pub. She had found an affordable flat that was fully furnished and had stopped in a few times at Breen. It took her two days to convince the landlord to let her move in early. He had insisted on speaking with her employer so she had reluctantly called William and asked for his assistance. As soon as that happened, he became far more agreeable and even personally met her with the keys.
Now if she could just sort out something for her father. Bridget had visited him each day and he was overjoyed that she was in Ireland for the next year. She checked her bank balance again. It was unbelievable that she had enough money in her account to buy him a small cottage outside of the city.
Getting off the bus by his rented flat, she scanned the sidewalk for him and smiled when she spotted him feeding the birds. Only the tourists fed the birds, but Thomas North believed in living in the moment. He looked thinner these days but in general had fared well. Other men would have allowed bankruptcy to defeat them, but he kept a positive attitude.
“Hello, Tom.” It rattled her nerves occasionally that she addressed her father by his given name, but he never objected. She guessed it was part of her taking care of him and it relieved him of some of the responsibility of being a father.
“Bridget, you look so pretty today, dear.”
She kissed his cheek. “The estate broker is waiting at the pub.” She had spent the last couple of days arguing with him about purchasing a small cottage. She had finally prevailed. She needed the win. She had given up her life in London for the next year on the whim of Olivia and William. Now she needed to secure a permanent home for her father. It would keep her motivated and working hard for the next twelve months. It would mean she wouldn’t have to worry about her father or struggle as much. Maybe when she returned to London, she would be able to rent her own flat.
Thomas put his cap on. “I spoke with him this morning and asked for him to look for cottages over by the Donne Golf Resort. It would be a good investment with the course opening in the next year. The value will skyrocket.”
“Tom, that golf resort has gone through many owners. As we know firsthand, it’s a money pit. Won’t it depress you to see it each day?”
“On the contrary, I plan to play golf there one day.”
She bit her lip. There was no point digging up the past.
The estate broker was a laid back and easy young fellow who spent considerable time taking them around. Tom chose a small cottage that needed a little work and she signed an offer. She hoped he could move in within the month and then begin to see a different future for himself.
***
William flew his aircraft into a private airstrip outside of Dublin. He had spent the last week trying to banish Bridget from his mind with an intense and grueling bike race but with little result. He had only been successful replacing his desire with anger. How could she so easily capture his interest? He had plenty of women throwing themselves at him. Why did she rattle him so easily?
Maybe he should send her back to Olivia. But he had no desire to speak with his sister about the issue. What would he possibly say? She gets under my skin and I don’t want her around? He refused to admit a weakness. He would deal with his attraction to her in some way or another. And if Olivia had any suspicion that he found Ms. North desirable, she
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