Chapter SixWife? Lucy's mind reeled. Only yesterday, she had run away from one unwanted suitor, yet now here she was, faced with another. How was she going to get out of it this time, with the odds so severely stacked against her? It was almost as if Fate had decreed that now was the time for Lucy Swift to get married and it didn't matter to whom.
Still panting from being used in a game of pass-the-human-parcel, she rubbed her bruised arms, brushed a cleansing hand over her lips and sat up, tossing her tumbled hair out of her eyes.
The bear-like figure of Pat was still looming over her, his eyes small and mean as they flicked over her in what seemed a mixture of l**t and contempt. He gave Smithy a cuff on the side of the head, then turned to face Rory.
“Me Oirish friend,” he said, his v
