later.’ She propped her head on an elbow. ‘And you’d better. Even if I’m asleep you have to promise to wake me up.’
‘I can tell you in the morning.’
‘I won’t sleep ‘til I hear tonight!’ She pouted.
Teagan raised a dark eyebrow. ‘I thought you just said to wake you up?’
‘I won’t sleep proper.’
‘Properly.’
She scowled. ‘Well, I won’t. You have to come tell me. I never get to go to proper dress-up parties.’
Teagan turned back to the mirror and examined her reflection. It was perfect, thanks to Eimear. Without her fashion-conscious sister she wouldn’t have looked half so glamorous. Nicer jeans than normal and possibly a tad more make-up would have done the tomboy Teagan just fine. But Eimear had been more ambitious. And it had certainly paid off.
Stopping to hand out a hug of appreciation before she left the room, she felt her heart beat a little louder in her chest at the thought of what other people might think of the transformation. Hell. There was only one person she would like to impress. One person whose opinion really mattered.
She’d been spending more and more time with Brendan McNamara since he’d split up with his girlfriend at the start of the new university year.
He was the most amazing person she knew. It would be nice if he could look at her and think she was amazing too. Even if it was just for the one night.
With a promise thrown to Eimear that she would wake her, no matter how late it was, she lifted her wrap and made her way towards the stairs. As she balanced carefully on her highest ever heels, her mind turned to the only other male in her life. Who would be in the living room with his dinner on a tray and a documentary of some kind on the television.
She felt hope bubble in her chest. Surely, dressed like she was, he would take the time to tell her she looked beautiful? Just a couple of minutes to look her way and notice how much she’d grown up. That she was a woman now, and not the tomboy she’d been for most of her life.
Words of love or even a hug would be too much to hope for. But something, even a small something, would do.
He didn’t even look up from his food when she made her entrance.
‘I’m off now, Dad.’
‘Right, then. Back by twelve.’
‘Dad, it’s a ball. I’ll not be back ’til after one.’ She tried to keep a note of pleading from her voice. ‘But I’ll come straight home. I promise.’
‘Make sure you do.’
She waited. Willed him to look at her, just for a moment. But he kept on eating. ‘You got money?’
‘Yes.’
‘Don’t spend it all well.’
‘I won’t.’ With a small sigh she scowled down at her feet and then turned to leave the room. ‘I’ll see you in the morning.’
‘None of that bran nonsense at breakfast.’
‘Fine.’
Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she turned and walked away from him. She should have known better than to even hope, shouldn’t she? Years of disappointment should have taught her not to believe in any form of magic from her father. Or even from the mother who was gone.
It was just a shame she wasn’t as thick-skinned as the years should have taught her to be.
Thank heavens she had a friend like Brendan. He gave her hope in the rest of the world.
Within a few hours he had put the smile back onto her face, with his easy banter, teasing tones and quiet confidence.
He was truly amazing. Around him she actually found herself feeling happy and carefree, even if reality was always in the background to remind her that life wasn’t carefree and happy.
Brendan had been her flatmate’s boyfriend when she’d met him. Which had technically made him ‘safe’ to get to know. There had been no danger in being friends with him because the three young women who shared the flat had had an unwritten rule about stealing guys. Not that Teagan would even have thought about it. She had more important goals than some guy’s arm to dangle from.
So they’d become friends. Had almost been forced to during the times when Shannon had been late back from her part-time job, or spending longer than usual getting ready to go out for the night.
Teagan knew everything about Brendan McNamara. She knew he was determined about what he wanted from life, that one day it would definitely involve a home, with a wife and a family. He was warm and open, enthusiastic and optimistic, successful in everything he ever put his hand to. And to add to all that he was disgustingly good-looking.
Truly amazing. If almost a little too perfect.
He was not what Teagan would ever allow herself to fall for. Because he was a long-term, serious commitment.
And, truth be told, she had no intention of looking for anyone that serious. Not anyone who was seeking a happily ever after anyway. She’d seen up close and personal what a deep and ‘meaningful’ relationship could do to two people. Especially when along the line they got married, had kids and discovered that they really weren’t that suited after all. Then things fell apart at the seams. And the children were the ones who paid for the mistake.
Teagan had sworn she would never allow that to happen to her. She never wanted any child to go through the upbringing she had.
Being friends with Brendan was absolutely the safest option. And their friendship mattered to her. She trusted him. Felt that he knew her well enough not to cross any line. And she needed to know the latter most of all, because he was testing her theories for life more than anyone else ever had.
The thing was, being with Brendan made her forget a lot of the things she had her future focused around. He made her wish she could believe in things like happily ever after.
So now, for one night, she was allowing herself to walk in a fairy tale. Dressed as a princess, dancing in the arms of a handsome prince. At Christmas. It really didn’t get any better than that.
‘You having fun?’
She smiled up at him. ‘Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun.’
He grinned a grin that made his dark blue eyes sparkle. ‘You really need to get out more, you know. Too much studying makes Teagan a dull girl.’
‘Oooh, go on—compliment me some more. I can take it.’
‘I already told you twice that you look stunning tonight.’ He swung her around in a circle that swooshed her long skirts against her ankles. ‘I don’t want to swell your head too much.’
She felt herself glow beneath his underhanded praise. Though the look on his face when he had first set eyes on her had been compliment enough already.
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