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The Number One Bestseller «M' m«JTk he's V%K If * the one... How Will Know? One of the blinding talents on the female fiction scene' Daily Record Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 http://archive.org/details/howwilliknowOOshei Sheila O'Flanagan is the author ofmany No. 1 best selling novels, including Anyone but Htm, Too Good to be True and IsobeTs Weddinjj, as well as the short story collections Destinationsand Connections. Sheila pursued a very successful career in banking, becoming Ireland's first woman ChiefDealer, before she decided to become a full-time writer. She has a weekly column in the Irish Times, md she also plays badminton at competition level. Also by Sheila O^Flanagan Suddenly Single Far From Over My Favourite Goodbye He's Got to Go IsobePs Wedding Caroline's Sister Too Good to be True Dreaming ofa Stranger Destinations Anyone but Him Connections How Will Know? I Sheila O'Flanagan headline review Copyright©2005 SheilaO'Flanagan The rightofSheilaO'Flanaganto be identifiedastheAuthorof theWorkhasbeenassertedbyherinaccordancewiththe Copyright, Designsand PatentsAct 1988. Firstpublishedin2005 byHEADLINE BOOKPUBLISHING Firstpublishedinpaperbackin2006 byHEADLINE REVIEW AnimprintofHEADLINE BOOKPUBLISHING AHEADLINEREVIEWpaperback 13 ApartfromanyusepermittedunderUKcopyrightlaw,this publicationmayonlybereproduced,stored,ortransmitted,in anyform,orbyanymeans,withpriorpermissioninwritingof thepublishersor,inthecaseofreprographicproduction,in accordancewiththetermsoflicencesissuedbythe CopyrightLicensingAgency. Allcharactersinthispublicationarefictitious andanyresemblance torealpersons,livingordead, ispurelycoincidental. 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HEADLINEBOOKPUBLISHING AdivisionofHodderHeadline 338 EustonRoad LondonNW1 3BH www.reviewbooks.co.uk www.hodderheadline.com It takes more than me at the computer to get the print on the pages so thanks to: Carole Blake who makes me fed like I know what I'm doing Marion Donaldson who reminds me of what Pm meant to be doing Team Headline who know what they're doing thankfulh My family who have always supported me doing what I'm doing (even when it means forgetting them sometimes - sorry about that) My friends who let me get on with doing what Pm doing and who very kindly buy the end result Colm who often makes me do something else Andspecial thanks all ofyou who buy my books, who make doing what I do, and what I always wanted to do - writing them - so wonderful by your support and encouragement. Extrathankstoeveryone who has taken the time out to sign the guestbook on my website wvvw.sheilaotlanagan.net . Whenever Iworry about how things are going I read the comments and feel energised again. I reallv appreciate it. Thank you again! Chapter 1 Anchusa (Summer Forget-Me-Not) - Blue, white, pink or mauvestar-shaped blossoms coverbranchingstems. Water in dry weather. Claire woke up earlier than usual on the morning Georgia was due to go to summer camp tor a month. She layin bedwith hereyes closed tor a couple ofminutes while she tried to figure out what was different about the day and then it struck her. It was the absence of noise more especiallythe absence ofthe gentle hiss of"rain which had been present every single morning tor the last two weeks - that had woken her. The only sound was of the birds singing in the apple trees outside the house She opened hereyes and slid out from underthe sheets The early-morning sun - something she hadn't seen in ages - filtered through the chink in the heavy damask curtains. She pulled them open and blinked in the unex- pectedly bright light. Then she took her white silk robe from the back of the bedroom door and tiptoed down stairs so that she wouldn't wake her fourteen \ear-old Sheila O'Flanagan daughter. Not, she thought, that there was really much chance ofthat. Most mornings-a pickaxe wouldn't have gone amiss when trying to prise Georgia out of bed - Claire would spend ages shaking her and calling out her name before Georgia budged. But she felt that this morning might be different, because Georgia was thrilled abouthertriptothe Irish Collegein Galwayandhad been wildlyoverexcitedthenightbefore. IthadtakenallClaire's powers ofpersuasion to get her to bed in the first place, and she knew that Georgia had spent at least an hour reading or listening to her shiny pink iPod in her room afterwards because she'd been able to see the glow ofthe light from beneath her door. So she didn'treallywant her waking up too early now. She went into the kitchen and opened the back door. Phydough, their two-year-old mainly Old English Sheepdog (hismotherwaspure-bredand beautiful buthis fatherhadleggeditafterhismomentofillicitlust), barked happily at her. Claire had chosen the quirky spelling of Fido from a children's book that Georgia had once loved, believing that a dog of his undoubted intelligence and dignity needed a special name. 'Quiet, Phy,' she whispered. 'Don't wake the entire neighbourhood!' The dog gave a small woof and then wagged his tail enthusiastically. Claire scratched him behind his ears and took a pouch of food from the cupboard. Phydough jumpeduponhishindlegsandleanedagainstthecupboard doors, his soft brown eyes eager with anticipation. 'Down, Phy,' she said. 'Sit.' She filled the bright blue
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