Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“I’v
e
listene
d
t
o
you
r
intervie
w
,
bu
t
jus
t
t
o
mak
e
sure
we’v
e
lef
t
n
o
ston
e
unturned
,
jus
t
tel
l
m
e
agai
n
what happene
d
an
d
we’l
l
mak
e
thi
s
a
s
smoot
h
an
d
pain-fre
e
as
w
e
can.
”
Ji
m
too
k
note
s
a
s
T
es
s
quickl
y
recounte
d
he
r
versio
n
of
th
e
nigh
t
i
n
questio
n
onc
e
more
.
Sh
e
tol
d
hi
m
abou
t
th
e
stag
part
y
,
abou
t
Gin
a
bein
g
legles
s
an
d
ho
w
th
e
demeaning
comment
s
fro
m
th
e
burl
y
fa
t
bounce
r
wer
e
th
e
las
t
stra
w
.
Sh
e
tol
d
hi
m
abou
t
he
r
to
e
(whic
h
wa
s
stil
l
throbbin
g
but ha
d
take
n
a
bac
k
sea
t
t
o
he
r
ne
w
vomitin
g
sickness
)
and ho
w
sh
e
ha
d
ru
n
awa
y
whe
n
Copaliciou
s
trie
d
t
o
reason wit
h
he
r
.
I
t
al
l
sounde
d
s
o
childis
h
an
d
sill
y
an
d
sh
e
wa
s
so
gla
d
whe
n
sh
e
finall
y
go
t
t
o
th
e
momen
t
whe
n
sh
e
was
release
d
fro
m
th
e
polic
e
statio
n
furthe
r
t
o
enquiries
.
B
y
no
w
,
he
r
fac
e
wa
s
burnin
g
wit
h
dee
p
humiliation
.
“
I
thin
k
it
’
s
unlikel
y
tha
t
thi
s
McAlee
r
gu
y
wil
l
press
charges,
”
sai
d
Jim
,
onc
e
h
e
ha
d
receive
d
a
s
much
informatio
n
a
s
h
e
needed
.
“I’v
e
don
e
m
y
homewor
k
on h
i
m
an
d
fro
m
wha
t
I
hav
e
hear
d
h
e
woul
d
d
o
wel
l
t
o
stay
awa
y
fro
m
th
e
court
s
fo
r
a
while
.
H
e
i
s
a
well-know
n
thug wh
o
ha
s
enoug
h
o
n
hi
s
bac
k
catalogu
e
o
f
run-in
s
wit
h
the la
w
.
Plus
,
I
hav
e
listene
d
t
o
th
e
tape
s
o
f
you
r
intervie
w
with tha
t
youn
g
Gard
a
–
”
“Copalicious?”
“Who?
”
“
I
mea
n
Gard
a
McGuinness.
”
“
Y
es
,
that
’
s
th
e
one
.
Hi
s
remark
s
a
t
th
e
en
d
o
f
th
e
tape wer
e
obviousl
y
accidenta
l
bu
t
i
t
weaken
s
th
e
polic
e
case
agains
t
yo
u
fo
r
an
y
misbehaviou
r
.
”
“
I
hop
e
yo
u
ar
e
right,
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“Bu
t
wha
t
happens now?
”
Ji
m
Smit
h
chewe
d
hi
s
pe
n
whic
h
mad
e
T
ess
’
s
teet
h
go
al
l
funn
y
.
Sh
e
couldn
’
t
stan
d
pen-chewing
.
H
e
sli
d
th
e
pen behin
d
hi
s
ea
r
,
an
d
the
n
too
k
i
t
bac
k
fo
r
anothe
r
chew
whic
h
mad
e
th
e
vomi
t
ris
e
fro
m
he
r
bell
y
again
.
Sh
e
could
se
e
slobber
s
o
n
th
e
ti
p
o
f
it
.
Boke
.
“
W
e
wait,
”
h
e
said
,
eventuall
y
.
“
I
hav
e
contacte
d
the Garda
í
i
n
Donega
l
an
d
aske
d
fo
r
al
l
correspondenc
e
t
o
be deal
t
wit
h
throug
h
thi
s
office
,
bu
t
I’
d
b
e
highl
y
surprised
i
f
ther
e
i
s
anothe
r
wor
d
abou
t
it.
”
“Really
?
Gosh
,
yo
u
don
’
t
kno
w
ho
w
goo
d
i
t
feel
s
to hea
r
that,
”
sai
d
T
ess
.
“
I
jus
t
wan
t
t
o
pu
t
i
t
behin
d
m
e
and loo
k
t
o
th
e
future
.
On
e
thing
’
s
fo
r
sure
,
I
won
’
t
b
e
going
ou
t
o
n
th
e
tow
n
agai
n
fo
r
a
long
,
lon
g
time.
”
Sh
e
fel
t
like
a
weigh
t
ha
d
bee
n
lifte
d
of
f
he
r
shoulders
.
“Than
k
yo
u
for you
r
time
,
Jim.
”