The Bridal Bet. Trish Wylie

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СКАЧАТЬ one side of the store to display and sell mounted copies of her work, her one true love. Photography.

      They had spent the morning selling various mugs, sticks of rock, key chains and guidebooks to two coachloads of tourists, as well as two of Molly’s more expensive photographs of wildlife on the lough. So it was the first opportunity they’d had to talk since the weekend’s barbecue.

      Molly knew only too well what rumour Kate was referring to.

      ‘Did you, now?’

      ‘Uh-huh.’

      ‘Well, they do say the newsagent’s is the place to get news.’ Still she didn’t look up from the counter.

      Kate waved her hand underneath Molly’s nose until she looked at her. ‘You know rightly what rumour I’m talking about, and don’t you dare tell me you don’t.’

      ‘Come on, Kate, we both know how active kids’ imaginations can be.’ She tried her best to look sincere as she smiled at Kate, one of her closest friends. As she looked at Kate’s trusting eyes she also remembered the crush she had had on Ryan when they were teenagers. But Kate was a married woman now, and happily heavy with child.

      Her friend smiled smugly. ‘I don’t think I mentioned any kids.’

      Molly blushed a fiery red, which she was sure wasn’t matching her hair colour well. ‘Kate, I’d really rather not talk about this.’

      ‘Oh, no, you don’t. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.’ She made herself comfortable leaning on the counter. ‘Tell Auntie Kate all about it, and don’t you dare skip any details.’

      As she looked at her friend Molly knew she couldn’t tell her the truth. Kate had never understood the challenges that she and Ryan had aimed at each other over the years. Kate was a happily—no, blissfully married woman, who adored her husband and wanted the rest of the world to be as in love as they were. How could Molly tell her why they were doing this? It would be easier to tell her the version of the truth that she wanted to hear, and then she and Ryan could just ‘split up’, as they’d planned, in three months’ time. Kate would be none the wiser. Simple.

      ‘What do you want to know?’

      Kate hit her on the shoulder. ‘Aw, come on, Molly. Did Ryan kiss you at the barbecue or not?’

      That at least wasn’t a lie. ‘Yes, he did.’ She blushed again.

      ‘And?’

      ‘And what?’

      Kate sighed dramatically. ‘It’s like getting blood out of a stone. What was it like? Why did he kiss you now, after all this time? What’s going on? ’Cos you know I’ve always wondered what it was with you two.’

      Molly’s eyes widened. She stared incredulously at her friend. ‘You have? How come you’ve never said so? I mean, you of all people have always known how I felt about Ryan, so what on earth made you think—?’

      ‘Molly, it’s Ryan Callaghan we’re talking about, here. I could never understand why you can’t see what’s absolutely plain as day to everyone else with a pulse. The man is gorgeous.’

      ‘Ryan is? Are you nuts? I’ve called him many things in my time, but gorgeous was never one of them.’ She laughed. ‘He’s just Ryan.’

      Kate’s eyebrows raised until they disappeared under her fringe. ‘When was the last time you looked at him?’ She grinned widely. ‘Last Saturday night not included, of course.’

      ‘That’s not fair. I look at him.’

      She felt Kate’s eyes follow her as she moved away from the counter to rearrange the prints on the opposite wall, filling in the recent gaps that had appeared.

      ‘Really? So you’ll know what colour his eyes are, then.’

      ‘That’s stupid. I know that—they’re dark.’

      ‘Dark what?’

      Molly’s hands stilled as she thought, and then she smiled into thin air as she gained a mental image. ‘Brown—you know—like that melted chocolate in the ad.’

      ‘My goodness, Miss O’Brien, I had no idea you cared.’

      Molly froze as Ryan’s voice sounded close to her ear. She hadn’t heard him enter the shop. She turned to look at him, finding his eyes glittering in a ‘gotcha’ kind of a way.

      She stared as he turned to wink at Kate. ‘Hi, Kate, how are ya?’ Then, looking back into Molly’s eyes, he added, ‘Do go on. I could stand a few more compliments.’

      ‘You rat. How long have you been in here?’ She set her hands on his chest to push him out of her way. Instead he stood his ground, and placed his hands over hers to hold them against him. She could feel the beat of his heart against his shirt, was far too aware of his warmth, and was desperately tempted to kick him in the shins. ‘Get out of my way!’

      ‘Not ’til you agree to come swimming this evening. It’s grand and warm outside. I thought we could eat over by the shore at Doon.’

      She glared straight into his melted chocolate eyes, following their gaze as they swept back to Kate’s grinning face. ‘Don’t you think she should come swimming, Kate, on a lovely night like this will be?’

      Kate positively glowed back at him. ‘Oh, definitely, Ryan.’

      ‘See?’ He looked back at her and immediately found himself looking at her mouth. A memory hit his mind uninvited and he frowned slightly. ‘Kate agrees.’

      Molly studied his frown, noticed where he was looking, and without thinking moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Dear Lord, but this little game was nearly too easy. ‘Okay, you win. I’ll go.’

      Momentarily distracted by what she’d done with her tongue, Ryan had to take a second to focus on what she’d just said. ‘Okay. Uh, I’ll see you later, then.’

      Molly smiled at his expression. ‘Okay.’

      ‘Right.’

      Ryan looked at Molly, and Molly looked right back. Kate coughed and the world rocked back into place.

      ‘Right, then.’ Ryan grinned, released her hands and swung on his heel to leave the shop. ‘Bye, ladies.’

      Kate watched him leave and then turned to Molly, fanning her face with one hand. ‘Is it just me, or did it just get real warm in here?’

      Having spent the entire morning dodging questions from the ever curious Kate, Molly decided to escape the shop at lunchtime. She got sandwiches and a carton of juice from the cafeteria and then headed out into the warm June sunshine to sit by the main harbour.

      Sunglasses on, she took a moment to soak in the atmosphere before tearing open the sandwiches and looking around. With hourly boat tours from the lough’s main harbour, tourists were milling around in an assortment of holiday clothing. It didn’t take long for her to pick Ryan out of the crowd, with him easily one of the tallest men there.

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