Here is Charley's second meeting with Irish vet, Luke Sullivan.
she passed a children’s playground in a small park, she smiled at the shout of
‘Higher!’ from a little girl on the swing to the young woman who was pushing
her glance shifted to the other figures in the playground, her steps faltered.
The man she’d met in the supermarket was helping a small boy on the climbing
frame. In a navy fisherman’s sweater framing his broad shoulders, and
straight-cut jeans which emphasised his long legs, Luke Sullivan exuded such
compelling masculinity that her heart contracted.
continued past the park. He wasn’t looking in her direction, and she didn’t
want to intrude on his family. What would his wife think if she knew he’d
invited an unknown woman for coffee the previous day? Especially as the gleam
of interest in his eyes indicated more than the usual Irish friendliness.
sudden movement in her peripheral vision made her look around at the playground
again. A black and white collie was bounding across the grass toward the iron
gate in the stone wall.
voice rang out. “Jed, back here, boy! Jed!”
dog slithered to a standstill, turned its head, and ran back to him. He picked
up the little boy from the frame and started to walk toward her, with the dog
following him. Reluctantly, Charley stopped. It would be rude to ignore him
despite her opinion of his morals.
stay,” he said to the dog, and smiled at her. “Hello again.”
You have a beautiful dog.”
laughed. “I swear he thinks every human being has been put on this earth to
play ball with him.”
throw sticks, Daddy.”
if the little boy hadn’t said ‘Daddy’, Charley would have known he was Luke’s
son. He was a miniature version of his father, with the same dark eyes and wavy
throw sticks,” Luke agreed as he put his son down. “Off you go, Toby, he’s
dying to play again.”
watched the boy run off and glanced toward the woman near the swings who was
looking in their direction. “I’ll go, too, and leave you to concentrate on your
cheeks burned as she set off. Why on earth had she been so abrupt? Doubts
assailed her. Had she over-reacted? Or misinterpreted the genuine friendliness
for which the Irish were renowned? Or was it because her heart started to beat
faster from the minute she recognised him in the park?
Oh, forget it. Irritated with herself, she continued into the
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