Chapter Eight
WHEN RAFFERTY GOT HOME, it was to find Abra all smiles.
‘I rang my young cousin today, and she was delighted to be asked to be a bridesmaid,’ she told Rafferty before he had even had a chance to get his jacket off.
‘That’s great, sweetheart. So all that worry was for nothing.’
‘Yes. She’s already been to the bridal wear shop and tried the dress on. It hardly needs any alteration.’
‘Even better—less expense.’ Whoops, he thought as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Not a good move.
‘You’re not going to start harping on about the cost of it all again, I hope, Joe.’
‘No, my love,’ Rafferty was quick to say, annoyed with himself that he’d let the comment slip. ‘Nothing could be further from my thoughts.’ They had already split up once over what Abra called his cheaps
