Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“
T
o
fabulousness!
”
sai
d
th
e
res
t
o
f
the
m
an
d
befor
e
they
kne
w
it
,
th
e
y
w
e
r
e
p
ile
d
i
nt
o
a
t
a
x
i
a
n
d
o
n
th
ei
r
ro
ad
t
o
‘town
’
.
.
.
whereve
r
tha
t
was
.
“Isn
’
t
thi
s
exciting!
”
sai
d
Gin
a
a
s
th
e
tax
i
rumble
d
along countr
y
lan
e
afte
r
countr
y
lan
e
unti
l
the
y
eventuall
y
met
a
mai
n
road
.
“It
’
s
lik
e
bein
g
o
n
on
e
o
f
thos
e
myster
y
tours,
”
said
T
ess
.
“
I
di
d
on
e
o
f
thos
e
i
n
Ibiz
a
an
d
i
t
wa
s
amazing
!
It
’
s
th
e
no
t
knowin
g
what
’
s
goin
g
t
o
happe
n
nex
t
tha
t
makes i
t
al
l
s
o
exciting.
”
“H
a
ha,
”
chuckle
d
th
e
tax
i
drive
r
wh
o
wa
s
thei
r
new bes
t
friend
.
Hi
s
nam
e
wa
s
Larr
y
an
d
h
e
drov
e
a
tax
i
on weekend
s
fo
r
‘bee
r
tokens’
.
Durin
g
th
e
wee
k
h
e
wa
s
a
fishmonge
r
i
n
Killybegs
.
“Ibiz
a
thi
s
ain
’
t
,
ladies
,
bu
t
when th
e
me
n
i
n
thi
s
tow
n
se
e
yo
u
lot
,
they’l
l
thin
k
al
l
their summe
r
holiday
s
hav
e
com
e
a
t
once!
”
Rut
h
waite
d
o
n
hi
m
t
o
sa
y
‘Excep
t
yo
u
i
n
th
e
back,
Fatty
’
bu
t
h
e
didn
’
t
,
eve
n
i
f
h
e
wa
s
thinkin
g
it
.
Sh
e
liked Larr
y
.
H
e
wa
s
a
nic
e
tax
i
drive
r
.
“So
,
wher
e
d
o
yo
u
recommend?
”
aske
d
T
es
s
wh
o
had take
n
ove
r
fro
m
Poll
y
a
s
th
e
captai
n
o
f
th
e
ship
.
I
t
made
sense
.
Wha
t
di
d
th
e
othe
r
lo
t
kno
w
abou
t
night
s
ou
t
on th
e
town
?
I
t
seeme
d
tha
t
Rut
h
ha
d
spen
t
th
e
pas
t
two
year
s
i
n
hibernatio
n
sinc
e
he
r
separatio
n
an
d
th
e
other tw
o
stil
l
ha
d
trace
s
o
f
bab
y
mil
k
o
n
thei
r
boobies
.
“
W
ell
,
t
o
b
e
honest
,
ladies
,
it
’
s
no
t
th
e
mos
t
happenin
’
of places,
”
sai
d
Larr
y
th
e
Leprechau
n
a
s
h
e
late
r
became
known
.
“Bu
t
i
f
yo
u
tr
y
th
e
T
o
p
O’Th
e
Road
,
ther
e
might
b
e
a
bi
t
o
f
liv
e
musi
c
i
n
ther
e
thi
s
evening
.
It
’
s
a
cos
y
wee
spo
t
an
d
the
y
serv
e
gru
b
i
n
ther
e
too.
”
“
T
o
p
O’Th
e
Roa
d
i
t
i
s
then,
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“Let
’
s
ge
t
this part
y
started!
”
Poll
y
fidgete
d
wit
h
he
r
handba
g
a
s
th
e
tax
i
stopped outsid
e
a
smal
l
pu
b
o
n
th
e
edg
e
o
f
a
littl
e
stree
t
tha
t
was dotte
d
wit
h
multi-coloure
d
building
s
–
a
littl
e
hotel
,
a
coupl
e
o
f
shop
s
an
d
th
e
pu
b
seeme
d
t
o
b
e
al
l
thi
s
place
ha
d
t
o
offe
r
.
Th
e
pu
b
itsel
f
ha
d
a
hug
e
whit
e
sig
n
with green-and-re
d
letterin
g
unde
r
it
s
thatche
d
roo
f
an
d
smoke billowe
d
fro
m
th
e
chimne
y
,
eve
n
thoug
h
i
t
wasn
’
t
exactly
a
da
y
fo
r
snugglin
g
u
p
indoors
.
Apar
t
fro
m a
ligh
t
breeze,
th
e
weathe
r
wa
s
glorious
.