‘Yeah, the fish.’ Biff pointed to the cracker prize.
Conor ran down to theHappy Hart.
‘Billy mate, I am so sorry doing this to you on a market day, but Jilly’s back and I’ve got to go to her.’
‘Well, what are you bloody waiting for, I’ll manage.’
Frank was out sweeping his outside area when his grinning nephew shouted across to him.
‘She’s back! She’s on the head.’
‘Then, take my motorbike, lad, and ride like the wind.’
Chapter Forty
Conor parked up the motorbike and likening a dragon as his warm breath hit the cold air, he began to run up the cliff path as fast as his legs would carry him. Feeling an exhilaration, the like of which he had never experienced in his life before, he reached the top of Penrigan Head. Sabrina was already there, sitting on one of the flat rocks, swinging her legs like a little girl on a fairground ride. Her hat was pulled down over her ears, her scarf wrapped around her face. She suddenly felt his presence and turned around to face him. He could tell she was smiling just from her beautiful periwinkle blue eyes.
‘Hi.’ He said casually, putting his helmet down on the floor.
‘Hi.’ She said as casually back.
And then she jumped down and Conor was swinging her around and hugging her and kissing her nose. He pulled her scarf down. ‘If you tell me I can’t kiss you now, I’ll tickle you into submission, so I will.’
Their kiss was deep and passionate, a whole month’s worth of turmoil and missing and wondering, and now realising that all of that was now forgotten, because her heart hadn’t let her get lost. It had led her here, to Conor Brady, to someone who truly loved her and to a place where she would always have something to do, something to love and something to hope for.
When they eventually broke free, Conor grabbed her back to him and hugged her tightly. ‘Please tell me you are staying down here now and it’s not just another holiday.’
‘Just a holiday.’ Sabrina smirked.
Conor broke free and held her at arm’s length. ‘Jillian Swift?’
She smiled coyly. ‘Well, I told you I had my first holiday romance down here, so I kind of was hoping that this one may be my last.’
‘You little…’
Conor brushed her lips with his.
‘I have to say that text you sent when I was away in London was bloody hilarious.’
‘The “If you’re not too long I will wait for you all my life”, one you mean?’ Conor grinned.
‘That’s the one.’ Sabrina laughed with happiness and anticipation.
‘That was our man Oscar Wilde, not me.’ Conor kissed her again.
‘Damn! He ate the Blarney Stone too, didn’t he?’
‘He created it.’
They both laughed.
‘But now– drum roll, please. We have to see what theFickle Fishsays.’ Sabrina held her hand out for the cracker prize.
‘You’re crazy.’
‘I’m an actress, I’m allowed to be. Or correction I was an actress.’
‘I don’t want you to not be happy down here though, my darling girl.’
