The Moon Sister by Lucinda Riley EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Lucinda Riley
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‘I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard my
father had died.’
‘I remember where I was too, when it happened to me.’
Charlie Kinnaird’s penetrating blue gaze fell upon me.
‘So, where were you?’
‘At Margaret’s wildlife sanctuary, shovelling up deer poo. I really wish it
had been a better setting, but it wasn’t. It’s okay, really. Although . . .’ I
swallowed hard, wondering how on earth this conversation – or, more
accurately, interview – had veered on to Pa Salt’s death. I was currently
sitting in a stuffy hospital canteen opposite Dr Charlie Kinnaird. Even as
he’d entered, I’d noticed how his presence commanded attention. It wasn’t
just that he was strikingly handsome, with his slim, elegant physique clad in
a well-tailored grey suit, and a head of wavy dark-auburn hair;
he was
simply someone who possessed a natural air of authority. Several of the
hospital staff seated nearby had paused over their coffees to glance up and
nod respectfully at him as he’d passed. When he’d reached me and held out
his hand in greeting, a tiny electric shock had shot through my body. Now,
as he sat opposite me, I watched those long fingers playing incessantly with
the pager that lay between them, revealing an underlying level of nervous
energy.
‘“Although” what, Miss D’Aplièse?’ Charlie prompted, his voice
exhibiting a soft Scottish burr. I realised he was obviously not prepared to
let me off the hook I was currently hanging myself on.
‘Umm . . . I’m just not sure Pa’s dead. I mean, of course he is, because
he’s gone and he’d never fake his death or anything – he’d know how much
pain it would cause all his girls – but I just feel him around me all the time.’
‘If it’s any comfort, I think that reaction is perfectly normal,’ Charlie
responded. ‘A lot of the bereaved relatives I speak to say they feel the
presence of their loved ones around them after they’ve died.’
‘Of course,’ I said, feeling slightly patronised, although I had to
remember it was a doctor I was talking to – someone who dealt with death
and the loved ones it left behind every day.
‘Funny, really,’ he sighed as he picked up the pager from the melamine
tabletop and began to turn it over and over in his hands. ‘As I just
mentioned, my own father died recently, and I’m plagued by what I can
only describe as nightmare visions of him actually rising from the grave!’
‘You weren’t close then?’
‘No. He may have been my biological father, but that’s where our
relationship began and ended. We had nothing else in common. You
obviously did with yours.’
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