One Night Only (72 page)

“O
h
swee
t
Jesu
s
i
n
heaven
,
I
a
m
s
o
sorr
y
,
”
sh
e
said. “Doe
s
i
t
hurt?
”

“
Ouch!
”
h
e
sai
d
agai
n
whe
n
sh
e
presse
d
hi
s
cheek
wit
h
he
r
finge
r
.
“I
t
doe
s
whe
n
yo
u
pok
e
it
.
It
’
s
oka
y
.
I
will
survive
.
Nothin
g a
lon
g
soa
k
i
n
th
e
bat
h
won
’
t
cure, whic
h
i
s
wha
t
I
a
m
plannin
g
o
n
ver
y
,
ver
y
soon.
”

“Mmm
,
a
bubbl
e
bath
!
I
haven
’
t
ha
d
a
bubbl
e
bat
h
in
age
s
an
d
ages
.
I
neve
r
see
m
t
o
hav
e
th
e
tim
e
an
y
more
,
but
I
wil
l
fro
m
no
w
on
.
I’
m
sic
k
o
f
a
quic
k
showe
r
here
,
and
a
quic
k
showe
r
there
.
Y
es
,
I
wan
t
a
–
hi
c
–
bubbl
e
bath.
Shit
,
thes
e
hiccups
!
I
d
o
apologise!
”

“No
w
,
a
bubbl
e
bath,
”
sai
d
Marco
,
leanin
g
hi
s
elbows o
n
hi
s
knees
,
“
a
bubbl
e
bath
,
nex
t
t
o
Donegal
,
migh
t
just b
e
th
e
bes
t
plac
e
i
n
th
e
worl
d
t
o
reflect.
”

“Ah
,
I
se
e
wha
t
yo
u
mean,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“I
f
a
bubble bat
h
i
s
th
e
bes
t
plac
e
t
o
reflect
,
nex
t
t
o
Donegal
,
the
n
a
bubbl
e
bat
h
i
n
Donega
l
woul
d
hav
e
t
o
b
e
th
e
bestest, bestes
t
plac
e
t
o
reflec
t
i
n
th
e
whol
e
wid
e
world!
”

“Tha
t
i
s
exactl
y
right,
”
sai
d
Marco
.
“An
d
i
f
a
bubble bat
h
i
n
Donega
l
i
s
so
,
s
o
good
,
the
n
imagin
e
wha
t
a
Jacuzz
i
bubbl
e
bat
h
i
n
Donega
l
migh
t
b
e
like!
”

Gin
a
le
t
ou
t
a
gasp
.
“
W
ell
,
I’
m
afrai
d
I
migh
t
fin
d
that
a
littl
e
bi
t
to
o
muc
h
t
o
take
!
I
mean
,
th
e
excitemen
t
would b
e
a
littl
e
bi
t
to
o
much
.
I
migh
t
hav
e
a
hear
t
attack.
”

“
Y
o
u
hav
e
a
beautifu
l
accent,
”
sai
d
Marco
.
“Th
e
way yo
u
sai
d
‘hear
t
attack
’
ther
e
reall
y
go
t
me
.
Y
ou’v
e
a
great wa
y
wit
h
words.
”

Gin
a
gav
e
hi
m
a
friendl
y
sla
p
o
n
th
e
leg
.
Sh
e
really shoul
d
sto
p
wit
h
th
e
violenc
e
ver
y
soon
.

“It
’
s
a
ver
y
stron
g
Dubli
n
accen
t
I
have,
”
sh
e
said
.
“And
I
hav
e
absolutel
y
n
o
proble
m
wit
h
words
.
I
neve
r
hav
e
had.
I
jus
t
wasn
’
t
listene
d
t
o
fo
r
a
long
,
lon
g
time
.
No
w
wher
e
in
th
e
worl
d
i
s
thi
s
Jacuzzi
?
I
simpl
y
hav
e
t
o
se
e
it.
”

“Really?
”

“
Y
es
,
reall
y
.
I
wan
t
t
o
se
e
wher
e
th
e
bes
t
plac
e
i
n
the worl
d
i
s
t
o
reflect.
”

“I
t
i
s
righ
t
u
p
there,
”
sai
d
Marco
,
pointin
g
t
o
th
e
top- floo
r
windo
w
o
f
th
e
buildin
g
nex
t
t
o
th
e
T
o
p
O’Th
e
Road pub
.

“
Y
ou’r
e
havin
g
m
e
on
!
It
’
s
reall
y
tha
t
close?
”
sai
d
Gina,
starin
g
u
p
a
t
th
e
littl
e
ope
n
woode
n
windo
w
wit
h
its whit
e
curtain
s
flappin
g
i
n
th
e
ligh
t
breeze
.
Sh
e
looke
d
at th
e
sig
n
abov
e
th
e
doo
r
–
Th
e
W
aywar
d
Inn
.
Sh
e
would
neve
r
hav
e
notice
d
i
t
i
n
a
millio
n
years
.
An
d
sh
e
would
neve
r
hav
e
dreame
d
tha
t
i
t
wa
s
hom
e
t
o
a
Jacuzz
i
bat
h
in anothe
r
millio
n
years
!