‘It’s the old Latin name for Ireland. An interesting little island, though—Irish religious settlement, the once-thriving dairy and fishing industry and, remarkably, it still has unspoiled sections of natural habitats. I wouldn’t mind having a look myself.’
Audrey thought of the view from the lunch table at The Island Hotel and Quin’s seemingly genuine appreciation of the wetland. If he did own this company her father was referring to, there didn’t seem to be conflict. She was relieved.
She turned back to the screen and took in again the directors’ names. Dion had said that Quin would be coming back soon. Would “Marion” be with him, she wondered? Audrey had promised Dion that she would return to Hibernia to see him but wondered if time and distance would make it impossible. Perhaps it was
