Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“Nah,
”
sai
d
Gina.
“Who?
”
aske
d
T
ess
.
“
I
di
d
a
coupl
e
o
f
run
s
fro
m
ther
e
tonight,
”
sai
d
the tax
i
drive
r
.
“The
y
wer
e
al
l
talkin
g
abou
t
thi
s
bi
g
–
I
mean, thi
s
lad
y
wh
o
ha
d
bee
n
ther
e
i
n
th
e
afternoo
n
wit
h
some
ver
y
glamorou
s
friend
s
an
d
the
y
sa
y
sh
e
wa
s
a
pure
genius
.
Picke
d
ever
y
winne
r
fo
r
th
e
ful
l
tw
o
hour
s
sh
e
was there.
”
“M
y
,
m
y
,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“Definitel
y
wasn
’
t
me
.
I’
m
more o
f
a
psych
o
tha
n
a
psychic
.
I
hav
e
n
o
ide
a
wha
t
you’re
talkin
g
about.
”
“Ah
,
I
mus
t
b
e
mixin
g
yo
u
u
p
wit
h
anothe
r
fou
r
young wome
n
wh
o
wo
n
a
fortun
e
i
n
th
e
pu
b
earlie
r
,
”
he chuckled
.
“That’l
l
b
e
twenty-fiv
e
euro
,
please
,
eac
h
wa
y
,
s
o
fift
y
i
n
total.
”
Th
e
girl
s
looke
d
a
t
eac
h
othe
r
.
“Onl
y
twenty-five?
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“Mayb
e
w
e
shoul
d
give
hi
m
a
we
e
ti
p
fo
r
bein
g
honest
.
Th
e
res
t
jus
t
too
k
th
e
pis
s
all
nigh
t
an
d
no
t
on
e
o
f
the
m
sai
d
please
,
no
t
eve
n
Larr
y
the
Leprechaun
.
W
il
l
w
e
thro
w
hi
m
a
n
extr
a
tenner?
”
“I’l
l
d
o
on
e
bette
r
tha
n
that,
”
sai
d
Rut
h
an
d
sh
e
leaned across
,
pai
d
th
e
ma
n
an
d
whispere
d
int
o
hi
s
ea
r
.
“
T
wo thirt
y
,
tomorro
w
,
Doncaste
r
,
a
hors
e
calle
d
Ivo
r
Rocket
.
It
’
s
a
sur
e
thing
.
An
d
believ
e
me
,
that
’
s
mor
e
tha
n
any tenne
r
ti
p
I
coul
d
giv
e
you!
”
Th
e
taxi-ma
n
le
t
ou
t
a
strang
e
noise
.
I
t
wa
s
a
mixture betwee
n
a
squea
l
o
f
deligh
t
an
d
a
groa
n
bu
t
whateve
r
it was
,
i
t
showe
d
h
e
wa
s
reall
y
,
reall
y
excited
.
H
e
quickly wrot
e
th
e
nam
e
o
f
th
e
hors
e
dow
n
o
n
th
e
bac
k
o
f
his
firm
’
s
busines
s
card
,
gav
e
Rut
h
a
bi
g
slobber
y
kis
s
o
n
the
chee
k
an
d
the
n
wor
e
a
hug
e
gri
n
a
s
h
e
drov
e
awa
y
.
He
eve
n
toote
d
th
e
hor
n
whic
h
wa
s
totall
y
un-P
C
fo
r
that tim
e
o
f
th
e
morning
.
Dayligh
t
wa
s
alread
y
breakin
g
throug
h
a
s
th
e
four
wome
n
stoo
d
outsid
e
th
e
Cov
e
Countr
y
Clu
b
an
d
watched
hi
s
light
s
disappea
r
int
o
th
e
night
.
“Right
,
ladies,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
Sh
e
coul
d
fee
l
he
r
eye
s
get
heav
y
agai
n
bu
t
he
r
stomac
h
neede
d
immediat
e
attention.
“Let
’
s
giv
e
Pee-t
a
on
e
mor
e
ru
n
fo
r
hi
s
mone
y
an
d
the
n
we
nee
d
t
o
ge
t
som
e
sleep
.
It
’
s
wa
y
,
wa
y
pas
t
ou
r
bedtime.
”
“
I
couldn
’
t
hav
e
pu
t
i
t
bette
r
myself
,
siste
r
,
”
sai
d
T
ess
a
n
d
the
y
walke
d
fo
r
th
e
las
t
tim
e
i
n
throug
h
th
e
revolving
door
s
o
f
th
e
Cov
e
Countr
y
Clu
b
Hotel
.