Enticed by Jessica Shirvington

Author:Jessica Shirvington
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Angels
Publisher: Hachette Australia
Published: 2011-03-21T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

" Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love."

George Elliot

The phone was ringing when I opened the door.

„Hello? Hello?" I called into the receiver after lunging to get it before it stopped.

„Hello?" I said, again.

„Vi, it"s me. Where have you been?"

„Oh, hi Dad. I was out with Sp– Steph. We were at the library.

„Uh huh."

„Dad, seriously. If you don"t believe me, call Steph – she"s probably stil there." Lying just isn"t something that sits well with me, so the fact that I seemed to be lying to everyone in my life at the moment and was turning out to be pretty damn good as it was disturbing. For whatever reason to whatever person, it never feels right. I"ve felt like that my whole life, always thinking it was something I had inherited from my Mother. Until I discovered she was the biggest liar of all!

„Okay, okay – so you were at the library. Sweetheart, I was worried about you. I"ve called the apartment a few times today and you haven"t been home. I tried the other night as well, but you weren"t there. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

„Like what?"

„I don"t know. How"s Lincoln?" Dad asked, trying out the question.

„He"s okay. You know, same as always."

„Are you two stil … friends?" he asked, a lilt in his voice.

„Yes," I deadpanned.

„ Just friends?"

„Dad," I warned.

„Okay. But you"re okay then?"

„I"m fine. How"s your trip going?"

„Same as always, sweetheart. Somehow Caroline has managed to arrange meetings with almost every client the company has." Beneath the obvious exhaustion I noticed something that sounded a lot like endearment. If I hadn"t known Dad as well as I did I would"ve wondered if something were going on between him and his PA. Dad sighed. „I miss you. I"m trying to rearrange the schedule, with any luck I"l see you in a few days."

Talking to Dad, I had an idea – a memory really – of the dreams I"d had. Until now, they had seemed so unreal I"d just brushed them off as weird, but with everything that was happening, I realised for the first time that maybe they were the clue I had needed.

„Sure. Dad?"

„Yes."

„When you met Mum, when you lived in New York – did she ever mention any friends she had there? Um … Did she ever mention anyone"s name … like Nyla or Rudyard?"

„No, not that remembered. Your Mum didn"t have many connections when we met. She had only recently moved from a small town to New York. Why?"

See! My Mum, biggest liar of all.

„No reason, I just met this nice old couple the other day … they were from New York and thought I looked familiar. I wondered if maybe they were recognising Mum.

„Oh," I could hear Dad choking up. People always told me how much I looked like Mum.

Apart from Dad"s hazel eyes, I was supposed to be a lot like her. „Wel … I doubt they knew her."

„Yeah, I"m sure your right.

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