Never Say Never (Lakeview Contemporary Romance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

Which meant Leah had the right of way, didn’t it? It meant that she was perfectly entitled to keep going, and the other driver had to stay out of her way didn’t it? Right, so she would keep going and Missus would just have to wait until she passed and the road was clear.
    So Leah did keep going and … oh blast her, Missus kept going too. They were getting closer and closer, each eyeing the other, neither willing to give an inch, until finally, in sheer desperation, Leah edged up on the kerb and onto the path. Of course Missus drove past with a face on her that would sink the Titantic and not a wave, a nod of thanks, nothing! Leah steered to her right and the Fiesta’s two wheels toppled none-too-gently back onto the road again.
    Leah’s heart pounded. Blast it, blast it, blast it … would your man see that as initiative or would it be an instant fail? She wasn’t sure. No no, nobody was supposed to drive on the path, surely? There was nothing in the rulebook, mind you, but … Leah groaned inwardly, just wishing she could open the door and tell the bloody tester to sod off for himself. This was not going well. First she’d been a bit vague on the questions for the oral exam, then she couldn’t remember the Fiesta’s registration, not to mention the close call with the zebra crossing and now this! Was there anything else could go wrong at this stage? Anything at all? Well she might as well keep going and hope for the best.
    But, no sooner had Leah made her brave decision to proceed, than one of the ‘L’ plates she had so painfully positioned on her windscreen earlier came unstuck from the glass and fell neatly into her lap. Well, she’d definitely failed it now, hadn’t she?
    The look of pure horror – or was it terror? – on the driving tester’s face answered Leah’s unspoken question all too well.

3
    T hat same morning , Olivia was cleaning her bathroom and wondering how Leah was getting on with her driving test, when the phone rang.
    “I’m really sorry to disturb you like this,” she heard Alma her manager say with genuine regret, “and really if I could have avoided phoning you I would have, but if we don’t operate soon, I think the poor little mite could die.”
    Olivia’s insides tightened. “Oh, no – what’s happened? Which one is it?”
    “He’s just been brought in. By the looks of things he was run over, then some kind-hearted soul,” she added with heavy irony, “tossed him into the ditch to die. I don’t know how long he’s held on but he was found by someone this morning out walking their own dog.” Her voice softened. “I don’t even know if we can save him but –”
    “Right. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Olivia said decisively. By the sounds of it, the patient mightn’t have long left. On call or not, the very least she could do was try. She put the phone down, grabbed a coat from the cupboard under the stairs and hastened back into the living-room.
    “Let’s get your coat on, pet, we’ve got to go the centre,” she announced to her daughter.
    A veterinary surgeon by profession, Olivia worked part-time at an animal shelter within driving distance from Lakeview, the village in which she and her four year old daughter now lived.
    Less than an hour’s drive from Dublin, Lakeview was very much a quintessential Irish tourist town with locally owned pubs, shops and a gorgeous café along one short main street. The cobbled streets, ornate lanterns and picturesque one-hundred-year-old artisan cottages decorated with hanging floral baskets, as well as the general ‘chocolate-box’ look and feel of the place had resulted in the town being designated heritage status. The lake itself was surrounded by well-maintained older houses and lavish, newer ones further out – all centred around the large oxbow lake from which the place took its name
    Olivia had moved there to be closer to her parents who’d retired to the sleepy little village years before, and she lived