Dear Intruder, page 17
Dion put his arm round Bridget and drew her to his side. He said, ‘I don’t believe William himself could have wanted better than that, do you?’
Bridget’s lips curved into a smile. ‘Do you mean that on the day that Jenny marries you’ll be lighting a turf fire for me?’
‘Just that, alannah...’
As their lips met, Kate tactfully looked the other way.
Jane Arbor, Dear Intruder
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Bridget’s lips curved into a smile. ‘Do you mean that on the day that Jenny marries you’ll be lighting a turf fire for me?’
‘Just that, alannah...’
As their lips met, Kate tactfully looked the other way.
Jane Arbor, Dear Intruder
