A few years earlier, he’d sold the Bachelors Walk apartment and bought the small but ideally located town house in Mount Merrion. It had been an excellent purchase. The entire family used the house whenever they came to Dublin, and Brendan himself always stayed there when he came to the capital for a business meeting. Today he’d had four of them and they’d been longer, tougher and significantly less successful than he’d either expected or hoped. He glanced at his watch. He wondered how Domino’s garden party was going. Probably a resounding success, like everything she did these days. She deserved her unofficial title of Ireland’s Most Celebrated Hostess. She’d undoubtedly be pissed at him for not turning up. But she wouldn’t say anything; she never did. Ever since the confrontation after she’d found that text message from Laura, she hadn’t once nagged him or questioned him when he was away. He knew that she had decided to trust him. He admired her for that. And for the way that she’d treated him afterwards - their sex life had improved tremendously.
