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You’re on two different planets. Only war will ensue.”
    Was that really true? It didn’t at all feel like that when she and Liam were at the top floor of The Library . When his mouth was on hers and the delicious rub of his beard sent shivers all over her body... Chemistry was nearly impossible to find, and the instant chemistry she had with Liam was unreal. But he wasn’t whole without his daughter. They came together. If she really couldn’t cope with Leila then she should leave the girl’s father well alone.
    She finished her sangria. “Give me another and I’ll call the restaurant to see how things are going.” As she retrieved her phone, Haillie and Laura both slapped her on the hand.
    “Oi! We said no phones!”
    “Just a quick...” The voice died in her throat. A text message from a number she didn’t recognise and a missed call. You’re probably having lunch so I won’t disturb you. Just wanted to say thanks for the worst hangover I’ve had in years. But I’d love to do it again. Battle of the Wines part deux. x Liam
    Palpitations were threatening to choke her. Haillie snatched her phone and read the text out loud to Laura. They both gazed at her with sparkling eyes and suppressed smiles. “Fuck it,” Haillie said, handing the phone back. “May as well get a few shags out of this.”
    Sold.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Abigail saw Sheila McNamara coming and rather than face the older woman, she turned tail and hid in the kitchen. She’d spent most of the bank holiday gazing at the text message from Liam and debating whether to reply. She still hadn’t, and now it was getting rude. Her chef looked at her up and down as she entered his space. “What is it now? Didn’t I put enough tarragon on the focaccia?”
    “No, no. It’s fine. I’m just...”
    One of her waitresses popped her head around the door. “Mrs. McNamara is looking for you?”
    Jesus be a fence. Abigail raised a smile and left the kitchen to face Sheila. She didn’t feel comfortable around the woman after sucking face with her messed-up and far too sexually attractive son. “Hi, Sheila. Oh, and you’ve brought Leila with you.” The girl had her gaze firmly on her trainers. “Afternoon, Leila.”
    She raised her eyes and sent her a half-hearted wave. “Hi.”
    “Liam’s at work, but he insisted I bring Leila here today to do what she should have done a few days ago. The moment you caught her playing A Clockwork Orange .”
    With a sigh, Abigail pointed in the direction of her office. “Let’s go here. No point in making it public.”
    Sheila took a seat at the counter. “I’ll make myself comfortable here. Any chance of a cup of tea?”
    Abigail nodded her waitress in Sheila’s direction before edging Leila into the office. She looked pretty, wearing a long flowing skirt and a cropped lace top layered with a vest top beneath. No more skin on display than necessary. Liam had to have shopped with her, there was no way Sheila would have approved of that outfit and had she her own money, Abigail was sure the skirt would be halfway up her butt.
    Leila was silent, looking around the organised space with a critical eye. Just as Abigail opened her mouth to tell her to apologise and move on some time this century, she pointed to the picture behind Abigail’s head. “Who’s that?”
    She turned and looked where Leila was pointing. It was the last photograph of Abigail and her own dear father. Before he passed away. “That’s my dad. Lester.”
    “Oh. He looks nice.”
    “He was nice. He was an amazing man.”
    “Was?”
    Abigail nodded, feeling an unexpected lump in her throat. Never ended. At random times it would strike her and she’d miss him terribly. “He died about ten years ago. We were playing tennis here. He just beat me. Again. Crafty old beggar.”
    Turning back from the photograph, she saw Leila’s gaze was back on her trainers. “I didn’t know.”
    “Why would you? You were too busy throwing eggs at my