Chapter 10-1
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Chapter 10
Deirdre O’Connor sat collapsed on one of the dining room chairs, her face buried in her hands and her shoulders shaking.
She heard Tom Pettigrew leave the room, no doubt joining that little b***h and his brat of a son. Only then did Deirdre raise her head and send a baleful scowl toward the door. Her eyes were wet, even though it was an act she’d put on. It should have worked. It always had before. Why hadn’t it this time?
Why hadn’t Tom Pettigrew rushed to take her in his arms and soothe away her tears?
Deirdre had a way with men. A glance from her green eyes, a toss of her coppery-red curls, a sway of her hips, and any man she’d set her sights on would fall into her hand like a ripe plum.
Hadn’t it been that way with the fool she’d married? Banan O’Bannion—she’d changed her name when she left Ireland—took one look at her and had come panting after her.
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