Beneath an Irish Sky (Choc Lit) by Connor Isabella

Author:Connor, Isabella [Connor, Isabella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, fiction, Irish traveller, contemporary
Publisher: Choc Lit
Published: 2013-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Luke switched the TV off. The day was dragging. He wanted to stretch out on the sofa and sleep, but lately he’d been having nightmares about the crash. The truck’s lights, the car swerving. Images had started to come back in dribs and drabs, like he’d been told might happen. It made him want to stay awake permanently. He had more control over his thoughts then.

He pulled the necklace from his pocket, counting the stones through his fingers like rosary beads. Jack had given it back to him, claiming Grace knew nothing about it. Maybe he hadn’t even asked her. Anything for an easy life. Finding justice for Annie was going to be tough, but he’d get to the truth somehow.

His mobile rang, startling him. He’d never had his own phone until Matt presented it to him yesterday, all wrapped up, saying it was something he should keep with him at all times, for protection in case his uncles showed up. For a moment, Luke had expected to see a gun.

The call display showed Kate’s number. He’d called her yesterday, but she was the first call he’d received on this new phone. How sweet was that. He pressed the talk button. ‘Baronsmere Fortune Tellin’. What can we predict for you today?’ A squeal of laughter at the other end of the phone and the bleak day suddenly seemed more bearable.

‘I’d like a reading in person, please,’ said Kate. ‘Tonight. Seven o’clock. My place. Dinner. Can you tell me if a certain Irishman with the bluest eyes and the longest eyelashes in the world can make it?’

A beautiful girl wanted to spend the evening with him – surely any minute now he’d wake up. ‘Let me check my engagement diary. It’ll mean disappointin’ Ollie – no excitin’ walk down the drive for him later. Still, for you, Kate, anythin’.’

‘Great! I’ll cook, and play you my new CD.’

‘Nothin’ you expect me to dance to, I hope.’

‘No, don’t worry. It’s soul ballads.’

‘That’s a relief,’ said Luke. ‘I’m not up to Riverdance.’ A thought occurred to him. ‘What about your mam – will she be there?’ Luke had met Sarah briefly at the funeral. She hadn’t seemed especially friendly, and her look had been downright frosty when he’d been in The Foresters.

‘No,’ Kate replied. ‘She’s at some party in Manchester. Won’t be back until after midnight.’

‘I’ll see if Maggie or Matt can give me a lift. You’ll have your hands full.’

‘Hmm. I certainly hope so. Later then, handsome.’

Luke was going to be alone with Kate. He’d want to kiss her again for sure. They’d practised a lot on Saturday, so he was quite confident about that bit, but maybe there’d be more. Twenty, and he’d never had a proper girlfriend. Pathetic. He’d had sex before, but he’d never made love. He wanted it to be special, not some meaningless grope in the dark, but he found it hard to trust. He and Kate had talked about it a bit on Saturday. She’d told him she was experienced, and he’d told her he wasn’t.

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