One Night Only (69 page)

The
y
ha
d
bee
n
discussin
g
th
e
touris
m
industr
y
in Donega
l
whe
n
th
e
subjec
t
o
f
seein
g
hi
s
Jacuzz
i
ha
d
come
up
.
Tha
t
wa
s
ove
r
a
n
hou
r
ag
o
an
d
ye
t
sh
e
wa
s
so comfortabl
e
wit
h
hi
m
tha
t
sh
e
fel
t
lik
e
sh
e
migh
t
have know
n
hi
m
i
n
a
previou
s
lif
e
o
r
something
.

“Excus
e
me,
”
sh
e
ha
d
said
,
floppin
g
dow
n
besid
e
him o
n
th
e
picni
c
benc
h
outsid
e
th
e
T
o
p
O’Th
e
Roa
d
ba
r
,
a
littl
e
mor
e
clumsil
y
tha
n
sh
e
woul
d
hav
e
like
d
to
.
Sh
e
was
a
singl
e
woma
n
no
w
an
d
ha
d
t
o
remembe
r
t
o
b
e
graceful,
eve
n
whe
n
unde
r
th
e
influenc
e
o
f
alcohol
.
“Coul
d
I
be awfu
l
cheek
y
an
d
as
k
yo
u
fo
r
a
cigarette
?
It
’
s
jus
t
my
frien
d
i
s
a
compulsiv
e
gamble
r
an
d
I
can
’
t
bea
r
t
o
watch he
r
an
y
more
.
M
y
nerve
s
ar
e
frazzled.
”

“Neve
r
le
t
you
r
nerve
s
b
e
frazzled
,
that
’
s
m
y
motto
.
Or on
e
o
f
the
m
anyho
w
,
”
wa
s
hi
s
repl
y
an
d
h
e
hande
d
he
r
a
cigarett
e
an
d
the
n
li
t
i
t
fo
r
he
r
.

Sh
e
decide
d
the
n
an
d
ther
e
tha
t
thi
s
wa
s
a
ver
y
nice
ma
n
indeed
.
Sh
e
like
d
th
e
ide
a
o
f
neve
r
lettin
g
you
r
nerves
b
e
frazzled
.
Tha
t
wa
s
a
n
excellen
t
motto
.

H
e
wa
s
definitel
y
younge
r
tha
n
he
r
.
A
lo
t
younge
r
.
Abou
t
twenty-eight
,
sh
e
guessed
,
bu
t
sh
e
wa
s
to
o
busy
smilin
g
a
t
hi
m
an
d
h
e
wa
s
to
o
bus
y
smilin
g
a
t
he
r
t
o
ask
a
lo
t
o
f
questions
.

The
n
sh
e
realise
d
tha
t
sh
e
reall
y
shoul
d
strik
e
u
p
a
conversatio
n
i
n
cas
e
h
e
go
t
bore
d
lookin
g
a
t
he
r
cheesy
gri
n
an
d
lef
t
he
r
t
o
smok
e
al
l
alone
.
H
e
migh
t
g
o
inside
an
d
se
e
Prett
y
Poll
y
o
r
Ho
t
T
eache
r
T
es
s
an
d
h
e
would
neve
r
smil
e
a
t
he
r
again
.
And
,
asid
e
fro
m
that
,
Gin
a
did
lik
e
a
goo
d
chinwa
g
whe
n
sh
e
wa
s
havin
g
a
cigarette
.
Y
ou ha
d
t
o
b
e
a
rea
l
smoke
r
t
o
enjo
y
on
e
o
n
you
r
own
.

“
I
tak
e
i
t
you’r
e
no
t
a
Donega
l
ma
n
wit
h
tha
t
accent?”
sh
e
said
,
tryin
g
t
o
loo
k
seductive
.
Sh
e
couldn
’
t
really
remembe
r
ho
w
t
o
d
o
that
,
bu
t
sh
e
wa
s
givin
g
i
t
he
r
best sho
t
an
d
sh
e
thanke
d
th
e
Lor
d
abov
e
fo
r
th
e
inventio
n
of fak
e
eyelashes
.

“No
,
I
a
m
no
t
eve
n
a
n
Irishman
.
I
a
m
fro
m
England,” h
e
said
.

“England
?
A
h
.
.
.
I
see.
”

“
Y
o
u
loo
k
disappointed?
”
h
e
sai
d
wit
h
a
laugh
,
a
s
i
f
he go
t
th
e
sam
e
reactio
n
al
l
th
e
time
.

“No
,
no
,
wh
y
woul
d
I
b
e
disappointed?
”
sai
d
Gina. “Surprised
,
yes
,
bu
t
neve
r
disappointed
.
Y
o
u
loo
k
–
you loo
k
mor
e
exoti
c
tha
n
a
n
Englishman
,
n
o
offenc
e
t
o
all
those
Englishmen
out
there.
Lots
of
Englishmen
are
hot.
I
mean
,
you’
d
hardl
y
kic
k
Davi
d
Beckha
m
ou
t
o
f
be
d
for
spillin
g
crumbs
,
woul
d
you?
”