The Wedding Surprise. Trish Wylie
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“All this is very real sometimes.”
“Yes.” His thumb moved to the edge of her mouth. “Very real.”
“But getting involved with each other probably wouldn’t be a good idea, would it?”
“Probably not.”
She moved her body a little closer. “Because when this is over we’ll probably never see each other again.”
“That’s more than likely.”
She didn’t answer him. Just stayed still beside him as his fingers caressed her skin and his thumb teased the edge of her mouth.
So without another word he forgot the sensible way to go and moved in to kiss her again. Her hand moved up to touch his jaw, then around to the nape of his neck to hold him closer. And for a while there was no TV show, no lies and pretence. There were just two people who wanted to be close.
The Wedding Surprise
Trish Wylie
Trish Wylie tried various careers before eventually fulfilling the dream of writing. Years spent working in the music industry and in promotions, and teaching little kids about ponies gave her plenty of opportunity to study life and the people around her, which, in Trish’s opinion, is a pretty good study course for writing! Living in Ireland, Trish balances her time between writing and horses. If you get to spend your days doing things you love, then she thinks that’s not doing too badly. You can contact Trish at www.trishwylie.com.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘HOW bad is it, Dad, really? I need to know.’
‘There’s no point in both of us worrying about it.’
‘What happened to “A problem shared”?’
‘It still lives in the same region as “What you don’t know won’t hurt you”.’
Caitlin Rourke blinked at her father’s familiar face. He had gone grey in both complexion and hair colour over the last year, and it was worrying her.
She watched with suspicion as he smiled a smile that didn’t quite make it all the way to his dark eyes. And she sighed in frustration.
‘I know there’s something seriously wrong.’ She pulled up a chair in front of his ancient oak desk and sat down, leaning her elbows on the desk’s edge and leaning forward to stare him in the eye. ‘Maybe I can help.’
Echoing her sigh, Brendan Rourke leaned back in his leather chair and shook his head. ‘Not this time.’
‘You don’t know that.’ Her voice softened.
‘Yes, baby, I do.’
‘Well, maybe I’d like to know what’s wrong before I decide for myself. You’re the one who always told us to know all the facts and look at things from every angle before we made a decision.’
Brendan smiled softly as his words were used against him. ‘It makes me feel old when my children use my own philosophies to win an argument.’
‘You raised us all to question, to learn from all the things we do.’ She grinned. ‘You did a good job. You’re one hell of a dad.’
His smile faded and he turned his eyes from hers, looking around his office walls. ‘At least I can say I’ve done one thing right, then.’
Silence invaded the room as Caitlin searched his face again. She’d been noticing changes in him in the last few months when she’d visited. The normally confident manner in which he held himself had started to change first. There had been a slump to his broad shoulders. Then gradually he’d become more silent, introverted and brooding. And that just wasn’t the man she knew and loved.
There was something wrong, and it was big. ‘Tell me, Dad, or I’ll live in this office ’til you do.’ Her heart skipped a little as she asked the question that had been torturing her for weeks. ‘Are you sick?’
His eyes shot to meet hers with a look of surprise. ‘No, I’m not sick. Why would you think that?’
The fact that he’d lost so much weight. Something a man of his size just didn’t carry well. The whole grey complexion thing…
‘Is it Mum?’
Brendan frowned as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the opposite side of the desk. ‘Sweetheart, nobody is sick.’
She let a breath out. It had been her biggest worry. As people got older they were only too aware of the fact that they wouldn’t have their parents for ever.
But if it wasn’t that then there was only one thing it could be. ‘It’s the business, isn’t it?’
He leaned back in his chair again. Studied her face for long seconds while she raised her eyebrows in question. Then eventually he nodded. ‘Yes.’
‘Well, then, we’ll find a way to fix it together, all of us. It’s what we do, remember?’
His eyes filled with sadness. ‘This can’t be