Dublin.’
‘Yes.’ Greg laughed suddenly. ‘Maybe that’s why I asked her. No chance of being trapped.’
‘Like Brendan?’ Dominique’s voice was edgy.
‘Of course not, Domino. None of us think you trapped Brendan. We all think you’ll be good for him.’
‘You do?’
He nodded. ‘Mam thinks you’re lovely. So does Dad.’ He smiled slightly. ‘So do I. You looked really beautiful today too.’
‘Thank you.’
He was sweet, she thought, always trying to make her feel welcome. ‘What about June? And Roy?’ she asked suddenly. ‘What do they think?’
‘Roy’s only a kid,’ said Greg dismissively. ‘He knows nothing. And June ...’
Dominique didn’t remind Greg that Roy was only a few months younger than her. She was more interested in his thoughts about his sister, who, she’d thought, had been very dismissive of her.
‘June’s always felt a bit special, being the only girl. I think she’s a tiny bit jealous.’
‘She needn’t be,’ Dominique said. ‘I’m only a blow-in.’
‘That’s true,’ Greg teased her. ‘The Dublin jackeen.’
‘Sod off, you Cork culchie.’
They both laughed, and then Dominique yawned.
‘I’m suddenly tired,’ she said. ‘Which is a good thing. I’d better get back to bed.’
Greg nodded.
‘How about you?’ she said. ‘Not tired at all yet?’
‘No.’
‘And you’re sure you’re OK?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Right then.’ She got up. ‘I’ll say good night.’
‘Sleep well, Domino,’ he said.
‘You too.’
He got up when she did. He smiled at her, then hugged her awkwardly and kissed her on the cheek.
Dominique walked over to the lifts and pressed the call button. She glanced back at Greg before she stepped in to the lift, but he was sitting down staring into space again, not looking in her direction. Then the doors slid closed and she was whisked upstairs to her sleeping husband.
Chapter 6
Dominique loved Majorca.
She loved the bright sun and the endlessly blue skies. She loved having breakfast overlooking the sea and dinner in the open air. She loved watching her skin gradually change from porcelain to light gold, and she loved the smell of heat on her body as she lay beneath the colourful parasols.
Brendan was surprised that she didn’t burn because she was so naturally pale. But she was slavish about covering herself in protection cream, only venturing out from beneath the parasol when the shadows started to lengthen along the beach. Brendan himself spent most of his time beneath the parasol too, or at the shaded beachside bar, drinking beer and water in equal measure. He couldn’t sit out in the sun at all, not even later in the afternoons, when the searing heat had gone out of it. No matter how much cream he put on himself, he still turned lobster red and his skin peeled off in handfuls.
He was looking forward to getting back to the cooler air of Dublin and starting on his next building project. The extension on Donard Road would be finished by the time he got back, and they were going to do a similar job on another house nearby. He’d also been asked to quote for a much bigger extension to a house in Tallaght, and he hoped that he’d be able to close a deal on buying some land to build on. He knew that it would work out for him, because the land was the field in which he’d made love to Domino for the first time which, as far as he was concerned, showed it was meant to be.
Brendan believed in fate and chance and he was convinced that his luck had begun to improve ever since the day he’d first sat at Domino’s table in American Burger. He didn’t really know why he felt luckier with her in his life but he knew that he did. Besides, she was the loveliest girl he’d ever gone out with. She didn’t seem to see it herself because she was always faffing around with mascara and blusher
‘Yes.’ Greg laughed suddenly. ‘Maybe that’s why I asked her. No chance of being trapped.’
‘Like Brendan?’ Dominique’s voice was edgy.
‘Of course not, Domino. None of us think you trapped Brendan. We all think you’ll be good for him.’
‘You do?’
He nodded. ‘Mam thinks you’re lovely. So does Dad.’ He smiled slightly. ‘So do I. You looked really beautiful today too.’
‘Thank you.’
He was sweet, she thought, always trying to make her feel welcome. ‘What about June? And Roy?’ she asked suddenly. ‘What do they think?’
‘Roy’s only a kid,’ said Greg dismissively. ‘He knows nothing. And June ...’
Dominique didn’t remind Greg that Roy was only a few months younger than her. She was more interested in his thoughts about his sister, who, she’d thought, had been very dismissive of her.
‘June’s always felt a bit special, being the only girl. I think she’s a tiny bit jealous.’
‘She needn’t be,’ Dominique said. ‘I’m only a blow-in.’
‘That’s true,’ Greg teased her. ‘The Dublin jackeen.’
‘Sod off, you Cork culchie.’
They both laughed, and then Dominique yawned.
‘I’m suddenly tired,’ she said. ‘Which is a good thing. I’d better get back to bed.’
Greg nodded.
‘How about you?’ she said. ‘Not tired at all yet?’
‘No.’
‘And you’re sure you’re OK?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Right then.’ She got up. ‘I’ll say good night.’
‘Sleep well, Domino,’ he said.
‘You too.’
He got up when she did. He smiled at her, then hugged her awkwardly and kissed her on the cheek.
Dominique walked over to the lifts and pressed the call button. She glanced back at Greg before she stepped in to the lift, but he was sitting down staring into space again, not looking in her direction. Then the doors slid closed and she was whisked upstairs to her sleeping husband.
Chapter 6
Dominique loved Majorca.
She loved the bright sun and the endlessly blue skies. She loved having breakfast overlooking the sea and dinner in the open air. She loved watching her skin gradually change from porcelain to light gold, and she loved the smell of heat on her body as she lay beneath the colourful parasols.
Brendan was surprised that she didn’t burn because she was so naturally pale. But she was slavish about covering herself in protection cream, only venturing out from beneath the parasol when the shadows started to lengthen along the beach. Brendan himself spent most of his time beneath the parasol too, or at the shaded beachside bar, drinking beer and water in equal measure. He couldn’t sit out in the sun at all, not even later in the afternoons, when the searing heat had gone out of it. No matter how much cream he put on himself, he still turned lobster red and his skin peeled off in handfuls.
He was looking forward to getting back to the cooler air of Dublin and starting on his next building project. The extension on Donard Road would be finished by the time he got back, and they were going to do a similar job on another house nearby. He’d also been asked to quote for a much bigger extension to a house in Tallaght, and he hoped that he’d be able to close a deal on buying some land to build on. He knew that it would work out for him, because the land was the field in which he’d made love to Domino for the first time which, as far as he was concerned, showed it was meant to be.
Brendan believed in fate and chance and he was convinced that his luck had begun to improve ever since the day he’d first sat at Domino’s table in American Burger. He didn’t really know why he felt luckier with her in his life but he knew that he did. Besides, she was the loveliest girl he’d ever gone out with. She didn’t seem to see it herself because she was always faffing around with mascara and blusher
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