Cheered by the sight of Martin waiting on his horse cart outside the railway station, Meg, David, and the dogs ran over to pile in. Meg took a seat next to Martin. “It was nice of you to fetch us again. You must be very busy. Do you manage the kennel?”
“Ach, no. I only work there, like himself in the back.”
David pushed his head in between them. “What’s this about me now?”
“We were just talking about how hopeless you are,” said Martin, flashing a brilliant smile. He wore his tweed cap backwards over curly light brown hair, creating a rakish effect.
Meg stared into his startling blue eyes. My, he’s a one isn’t he? The girls must fall all over him.
He continued to talk out of the side of his mouth as he watched traffic beyond the horse pulling them through Belfast streets. “I like my wo
