ARGONAUT BOOKS

Eva looked out the attic window of their guest house and watched the sun rise. She thought she might be sick. Splayed on the lawn below was Frank, apparently out cold. Her husband snored in the bed behind her. She loved Shay, of course she did, but right now the only person she wanted to think about was Conor. She didn't want to think about Bea or Lizzie or what Lizzie might have got up to with Shay. Frank's 48th birthday had given the three couples an excuse for a much needed night away from kids, bills and ailing parents. The drink flowed, life in Dublin with all its stress felt a long way a...Read More