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One in a Million (Lucky Harbor #12) Shadowspell (Faeriewalker #2)

?kami knocked the hair from his eyes. Refrained from kicking a wayward stone beside his foot. Why had he not just left the boy in Inako, as Ranmaru had suggested?

‘So, er,’ said Issy, desperate to get this conversation on track. Graeme was whooping a goal; Issy didn’t have the faintest idea who was playing. But this was, potentially, her future mother-in-law sitting in front of her. Potentially, the grandmother … Issy stopped herself thinking along those lines. It was far too early, and far too precarious, to think along those lines. She decided to stick to the safest possible ground.‘So, Graeme was totally the most popular at work. He’s doing brilliantly there, I think, still. You must be very proud.’

How to Run with a Naked Werewolf (Naked Werewolf #3)

Carole almost softened for a second before remembering that this chubby, ageing harpy sitting in front of her had had the temerity to show up with a cake, implying that she, Carole, didn’t bake for her own son, and had swanned in here with her shoes on like she owned the place already.‘Yes, well, he always did go for the best, my son,’ she said, larding the comment with as much double meaning as she could manage. Issy had been completely crestfallen.There had been another long, uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by Graeme cheering or sighing along with his football team.

Her Sexiest Mistake

‘She hates me,’ Issy had pointed out mournfully in the car on the way home.‘She doesn’t hate you,’ said Graeme, grumpy because his team had lost again. In fact, Carole had taken him into the kitchen to tell him in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t happy. Wasn’t Issy terribly old? And just a baker? Graeme, unused to his mother questioning his judgement on anything, had tuned out. He didn’t need Issy nipping his head about it too. Issy hadn’t deliberately tried to overhear the conversation in the kitchen, but figured the very fact that Carole had decided she and Graeme needed a private chat was probably all the information she needed. ‘She just thinks you’re a bit old.’

Graeme turned up Radio 5 Live. Issy stared out of the car window, into a rainstorm coming in from the east, over Canary Wharf. The raindrops came down thick and heavy, and started hitting the window.

‘That’s what she said?’ said Issy quietly.‘We had twenty years together,’ said Joe, patting Issy’s hand. Issy had never known her namesake; she’d died when Issy’s mother was fifteen. ‘They were wonderful, happy years. A lot of people in here, they were married sixty years to someone they couldn’t abide. I know people in here who were relieved when their spouses died. Can you imagine?’

Issy didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to imagine.‘She was a wonderful woman. She always was cheeky, you know. And confident, whereas I was a bit shy. Apart from that one night. I still don’t know how I found the courage to go up to her. And yes, I knew straight away.’

Just One of the Guys

He chuckled at the memory. ‘Took a while to talk her old dad round though. Oh, he was a stickler. He perked up a bit when I opened the third shop, I remember that much.’Joe touched Issy’s cheek. ‘She’d have loved you too.’

Issy held his old hand to her face. ‘Thanks, Gramps.’‘Give me a cake then.’

Issy raised her eyebrows at the nurse; it wasn’t Keavie today. The nurse walked her to the door.‘Where have all the romantics gone these days?’ the nurse mused. ‘It wouldn’t be like that now. He’d pull her then not ring her the next day. Not your grandfather,’ she hastened to add. ‘I mean, a bloke. In general. I don’t think a man would ever come up to me in a nightclub and think, right, babe, let’s get married and have children. Or if he’s going to, he’d better hurry up.’

‘Good luck. Would you like another cake?’Graeme looked at the post and sighed. He didn’t even want to open it. He’d been through this before; it was a big envelope, stuffed with leaflets and information. With planning, a big envelope was good. A small one was bad, it meant ‘no’. A big envelope meant, ‘Please fill in all these forms for the next stage.’ It meant printed signs to put up on the lamp posts around Pear Tree Court. He didn’t even have to open it. He just had to do it. He sighed.

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