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Cathy Kelly 6-Book Collection: Someone Like You, What She Wants, Just Between Us, Best of Friends, Always and Forever, Past Secrets
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2019
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Copyright (#u5c3e46e1-b18d-560c-a4ec-63ba7f381d6a)
Dedication (#u35b9fd3b-9ce2-54aa-abcf-ca23453a4bb9)
PROLOGUE (#ua5422135-9d28-5c76-93a2-7d2e8b0cd581)
CHAPTER ONE (#ud259ddb8-306b-5077-9e1b-fe3e9a30222c)
CHAPTER TWO (#u2e586e08-4a59-58e5-9172-a2bba9967242)
CHAPTER THREE (#ud71b45c1-f9b9-5294-a471-5491d069b0b9)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ubce191da-47cc-51ae-9f6f-7f23a3b84dcf)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u9962b7c6-10da-5916-847d-4a6b36a46ce7)
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PROLOGUE (#ulink_f0ce235c-c32b-567c-9364-53de2d8ea7b3)
As yet another noisy Cork and Kerry tour bus crunched gears over the hump-backed bridge, belching out diesel fumes, Mary-Kate Donlan closed the door of her chemist shop and locked it. If any Redlion inhabitant wanted either lipstick or flu remedies in their lunch break, they could go without. Ever since her assistant Otis had been on holiday, all she’d managed for her lunch for the past few weeks was a bit of a sandwich munched between customers and she was fed up with it. Today she’d arranged to meet her niece, Delphine, for a leisurely lunch and a chat.
Wrapping her coat around her, she hurried down the village to the Widow Maguire’s, a pretty stone pub with window boxes, traditional music sessions twice a week and the best pub food for miles. She ran across the main street, a slim middle-aged woman with plain bobbed hair and not a speck of make-up on her shrewd, inquisitive face. She hurried past ‘Lucille’s: Fashions For All Occasions’ with just a brief glance in the window. Lucille’s fashions were always a little on the eccentric side. This week, the window sported plenty of knobbly knitwear in jewel colours, along with one magnificent cruise wear rig out that would probably look fine in the South of France but was a little skimpy for Kerry in October.
She slowed down when she spotted Emmet from the convenience shop ahead of her. A crotchety old bandit with a fondness for porter, Emmet would talk the hind legs off a donkey and made for a very irritating luncheon companion on account of his tendency to wax lyrical about the rare ould times as he sank his lunchtime two pints. When Emmet had nipped into the pub, Mary-Kate speeded up again. He’d have met some other poor soul by the time she got there, so she was safe.
‘Hello Lara,’ she greeted a tall red-haired woman in a stylish trouser suit who was just climbing out of the sleek silver Mercedes she’d parked outside the pub.
‘Hi,’ said Lara warmly. ‘How’s business?’
‘Mad. The place is full of hypochondriacs. I should have bought shares in a drug company.’
They both laughed. ‘How are things going for you?’ Mary-Kate asked.
‘Marvellous,’ Lara said. ‘Just sold the old O’Brien place.’
‘Shanrock Castle?’ asked Mary-Kate, impressed. A crumbling castle set in fifty acres of weed-infested parkland, only someone very rich could have afforded to buy it because they’d need to spend two fortunes renovating it. ‘Another rock star I suppose?’ The district surrounding Red-lion boasted four rock stars, at least six novelists and one eccentric classical composer. The rock stars all lived sedate lives while the crazy parties took place at the classical composer’s home. Helicopters bearing Hollywood producers were always landing on his helipad, trying to get him to write music for their blockbusters.
‘No, an actress this time. I can’t name names but she’s one of those who keeps her Oscar in the toilet.’
Mary-Kate grinned. ‘They all say that. I’m meeting Delphine for a sandwich. Do you want to join us?’
Lara said yes just as a battered beetle pulled up and a voluptuous red-head in a purple velvet coat emerged.
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