The Secrets Sisters Keep: A heartwarming, funny and emotional novel (The Devlin Sisters Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

buy Ardvarnid and I made a killing last week. I got out and bought some Janson shares. They’re up and down, so I’m keen to keep an eye on it.’
    ‘Harry!’ Julie snapped. ‘Put your phone away.’
    He stuffed it reluctantly into his pocket.
    ‘I was on to Christelle this morning,’ I said. ‘She’s having a great time in Galway.’
    Harry shook his head. ‘I don’t even know who she went with. She was very vague – she just said pals from college. I hope she’s not hanging out with a wild bunch.’
    Julie snorted. ‘Christelle has more sense than all of us put together. Stop fussing, Harry.’
    ‘I can’t help worrying about her.’
    ‘Of course you can’t. That’s what good fathers do,’ Mum said.
    ‘I understand that, but she is a very mature and sensible girl. You probably need to give her a bit of space,’ I suggested.
    Harry sighed. ‘I know, but I’m trying to make up for all that time we missed.’
    ‘Of course, but try to remember she’s twenty-two. She’s an adult,’ I reminded him.
    ‘I like Christelle. She’s really cool,’ Jess said.
    ‘Jess thinks everyone’s cool except me,’ Sophie said.
    Jess rolled her eyes. ‘You’re my mother. Of course I don’t think you’re cool.’
    ‘Compared to a lot of your friends’ mothers, I am actually quite cool. I never wear frumpy clothes.’
    ‘You could do with a longer skirt,’ Dad said.
    ‘I agree,’ I said, seizing my moment. ‘It’s way too short, Sophie. It doesn’t look good. It looks a bit … well …’
    ‘What? Desperate? Come on, Louise, spit it out.’ Sophie’s face was bright red.
    ‘It’s just not age-appropriate,’ I said.
    ‘So what should I wear? Boring suits like you?’
    ‘I’m not saying that, but going around in a bum-skimming mini-skirt at forty-two is ridiculous.’
    ‘I work in fashion, Louise.’ The rest of the table had gone quiet and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Gavin drawing his finger across his throat, obviously telling me to quit while I was ahead.
    ‘I know that, but you’re not a model, you’re a partner in the business. That kind of outfit is hardly business-like.’
    Sophie’s mouth fell open in surprise. Then she dropped her knife and fork with a clatter. ‘Get off your high horse, you judgemental cow. We can’t all be as perfect as you.’
    ‘Jesus, Sophie, calm down, I’m just trying to help.’
    Julie interrupted us: ‘Guys, stop, please. You have different styles. Leave it at that.’
    Sophie shook a finger in my face. ‘You’re not helping me, Louise, just kicking me when I’m down.’ With that, Sophie stood up, grabbed her coat and Jess and stormed out.
    ‘Well done, Louise, very sisterly of you.’ Mum glared at me.
    ‘Someone needed to say it to her,’ I snapped. ‘I’m the only one who had the balls to do it.’
    ‘You shouldn’t have said it here, in front of everyone,’ Mum said.
    ‘It wasn’t the right time,’ Julie agreed.
    ‘Fine. I’ll just say nothing and let my sister go around looking like a desperate divorcée, shall I?’
    ‘Let’s not spoil lunch altogether,’ Dad said quietly. It was his fault – he’d mentioned it in the first place. ‘Your mother’s made us a lovely meal so we should settle down and enjoy it.’
    But I couldn’t eat because I knew I’d handled it badly. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Sophie. I’d only tried to help her. Why did everyone have to be so sensitive?

3
    Sophie
    I reapplied some lipstick and examined myself in the mirror. Was my dress too short? Bloody Louise had made me paranoid. I was questioning all of my clothes now. To Hell with her. I looked good and the date was going well.
    I sashayed out of the Ladies and back into the restaurant. At the table, I sat back down opposite Julian. He was good-looking, successful and kind – the first date I’d really connected with since I’d broken up with Jack. Tick, tick, tick. All the things I wanted in a man.
    I sipped my