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Authors: Marita Conlon-Mckenna
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that’s wonderful! The two of us being over here and being able to see each other and meet up, and Gavin and Luke get on great. You’d already have friends here.’
‘I know.’ Erin hugged her.
‘I’ll keep my ears open for jobs for you.’
‘Will you?’
‘I promise.’
Erin had been so busy chatting that she had barely studied the menu, but she ordered a tempting Croque Monsieur, which the people on the table beside them were devouring. A jug of chilled juice and a big pot of French coffee – she couldn’t imagine a nicer way to enjoy Sunday.
Lisa was more excited about the prospect of her move to London than she was, but her enthusiasm was infectious as she reeled off possible places to apply for work, good places to live, and even the name of the gym that she had joined; and she told her all about the all-Irish girly book club that she had joined.
‘It’ll be such fun having you over here, Erin, I can’t wait!’
‘Well, there are a few major things to sort out first, like me getting a job … getting a job … and, of course, getting a job.’
‘Okay, okay – we need to get you a job … But Luke’s right. You do need to get in touch with some of the big recruitment agencies here – set things up. I’ll email you a list and some names of people I used.’
Afterwards Lisa brought her shopping to a little area full of new young designers with just the kind of clothes Erin liked.
‘The high street is great, but this little black dress is just wow. I can’t wait to wear it.’ She also hadn’t been able to resist a jacket and skirt in Anastasia’s. Then, realizing the time, Erin and Lisa said their goodbyes as she raced back to meet Luke.
Luke had had a few pints with the lads and was hungry. The hotel’s plush restaurant wasn’t too busy and the waitress promised to serve them quickly.
‘Do you want me to come to the airport with you?’ he offered.
‘No, I’ll be fine. I’ll just get the Express.’
‘Then I’ll see you later this week. Hopefully I’ll be home on Thursday or Friday.’
Erin realized as they said their goodbyes that she hated leaving him.
Sitting on the flight, she sighed as the plane took off. It was only when they were in mid-air that she realized that Luke, when he’d asked her to move in with him, had never once said the words ‘I love you’.
Chapter Twelve
KATE CASSIDY AND HER best friend trish had jogged their regular circuit all the way up through their estate, through the local park and then taken the coast road on their way back home.
‘Come in and have a coffee?’ Kate urged as they both stood, sweaty and panting, outside her front door.
‘No coffee – it’ll only make me crave a biscuit or two,’ Trish said determinedly. ‘But a big pint of cold water would be great.’
Kate went into the kitchen and got two glasses of water but still put the kettle on to boil.
The two of them had taken up a keep-fit regime a few weeks ago with very definite goals. Trish was aiming to be at least a stone and a half down by the time her son Aongus got married in Croatia at the end of July, while Kate hadn’t much weight to lose but wanted to get fit and firm up her flabby tummy and arms in time for her Silver Wedding anniversary in September.
Sitting down and relaxing as they got their breaths back, Trish filled her in on the on-off relationships of her twenty-four-year-old daughter Niamh.
‘That girl has so many boyfriends that Alan and I can’t keep up! God knows who she will bring to Aongus’s wedding! We are all booking our flights to Dubrovnik and our accommodation and we haven’t a clue what to do about her. Is she sharing a room with young Roisin or not?’
‘Trish, I’m sure if she is bringing a boyfriend that he’ll organize his own flight and they’ll get their own place to stay,’ Kate said soothingly as she put two mugs of coffee on the table in front of them.
‘Black – well, almost black – for me,’ insisted Trish, who
‘I know.’ Erin hugged her.
‘I’ll keep my ears open for jobs for you.’
‘Will you?’
‘I promise.’
Erin had been so busy chatting that she had barely studied the menu, but she ordered a tempting Croque Monsieur, which the people on the table beside them were devouring. A jug of chilled juice and a big pot of French coffee – she couldn’t imagine a nicer way to enjoy Sunday.
Lisa was more excited about the prospect of her move to London than she was, but her enthusiasm was infectious as she reeled off possible places to apply for work, good places to live, and even the name of the gym that she had joined; and she told her all about the all-Irish girly book club that she had joined.
‘It’ll be such fun having you over here, Erin, I can’t wait!’
‘Well, there are a few major things to sort out first, like me getting a job … getting a job … and, of course, getting a job.’
‘Okay, okay – we need to get you a job … But Luke’s right. You do need to get in touch with some of the big recruitment agencies here – set things up. I’ll email you a list and some names of people I used.’
Afterwards Lisa brought her shopping to a little area full of new young designers with just the kind of clothes Erin liked.
‘The high street is great, but this little black dress is just wow. I can’t wait to wear it.’ She also hadn’t been able to resist a jacket and skirt in Anastasia’s. Then, realizing the time, Erin and Lisa said their goodbyes as she raced back to meet Luke.
Luke had had a few pints with the lads and was hungry. The hotel’s plush restaurant wasn’t too busy and the waitress promised to serve them quickly.
‘Do you want me to come to the airport with you?’ he offered.
‘No, I’ll be fine. I’ll just get the Express.’
‘Then I’ll see you later this week. Hopefully I’ll be home on Thursday or Friday.’
Erin realized as they said their goodbyes that she hated leaving him.
Sitting on the flight, she sighed as the plane took off. It was only when they were in mid-air that she realized that Luke, when he’d asked her to move in with him, had never once said the words ‘I love you’.
Chapter Twelve
KATE CASSIDY AND HER best friend trish had jogged their regular circuit all the way up through their estate, through the local park and then taken the coast road on their way back home.
‘Come in and have a coffee?’ Kate urged as they both stood, sweaty and panting, outside her front door.
‘No coffee – it’ll only make me crave a biscuit or two,’ Trish said determinedly. ‘But a big pint of cold water would be great.’
Kate went into the kitchen and got two glasses of water but still put the kettle on to boil.
The two of them had taken up a keep-fit regime a few weeks ago with very definite goals. Trish was aiming to be at least a stone and a half down by the time her son Aongus got married in Croatia at the end of July, while Kate hadn’t much weight to lose but wanted to get fit and firm up her flabby tummy and arms in time for her Silver Wedding anniversary in September.
Sitting down and relaxing as they got their breaths back, Trish filled her in on the on-off relationships of her twenty-four-year-old daughter Niamh.
‘That girl has so many boyfriends that Alan and I can’t keep up! God knows who she will bring to Aongus’s wedding! We are all booking our flights to Dubrovnik and our accommodation and we haven’t a clue what to do about her. Is she sharing a room with young Roisin or not?’
‘Trish, I’m sure if she is bringing a boyfriend that he’ll organize his own flight and they’ll get their own place to stay,’ Kate said soothingly as she put two mugs of coffee on the table in front of them.
‘Black – well, almost black – for me,’ insisted Trish, who
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