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    Sweet Days (Four Days Book 2)


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      A Four Days Novel

      Book 2

      A . S . K E L L Y

      Copyright © 2018 A. S. Kelly

      Translation by Kathleen Fitzgerald

      Sweet Days

      A.S. Kelly

      English Edition

      All rights reserved. Unauthorised reproduction

      prohibited.

      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters,

      places and storyline are the fruit of the author’s

      imagination or are used in a fictional sense.

      Any similarity to facts, places or people living or

      deceased is purely coincidental.

      To all those who think they’re never enough.

      The book

      Patrick Doyle is a rude, selfish and cynical man,

      but for his friends and family, he’d do anything.

      His dream of pursuing music came to an abrupt

      halt after a car accident involving those he loves

      most in the world after which he dedicated himself

      to working full time in the pub he manages with

      his childhood buddies, keeping his distance from

      love or any other kind of bind.

      Erin O’Neill is a bright young woman with her

      future well planned: she’s about to graduate, she’s

      got a part-time job in Patrick’s pub and the perfect

      boyfriend until the unexpected happens, upsetting

      her life and turning all her well-laid plans upside

      down, leaving her alone and desperate.

      Patrick isn’t the kind of guy to get caught up in

      other people’s problems, especially if it involves a

      damsel in distress, but he can’t help coming to her

      aid and finds himself catapulted into her life

      against his will—even if he would like to maybe

      be part of that life—even if that means getting

      hurt, and hurting her too. Because Patrick destroys

      everything he touches.

      Prologue

      Erin

      “Rain?”

      “Erin, hi.”

      “Could you … could you come to the pub?”

      “Something happened? Are you all right?

      Everybody okay?”

      “Yes, everybody’s fine, Rain. I need…” I take a

      deep breath, trying to hold in the tears.

      “Something’s happened and I didn’t know who to

      call.”

      “You’re making me worry.”

      Rain’s voice is a trembling whisper that

      instantly makes me feel like a moron for calling

      her.

      “I need a friend, Rain. I need you. Please, I’m

      desperate.”

      “Okay, take it easy, I’m on my way.”

      “I’ll be waiting,” I say, while the hot tears start

      running down my face.

      “Don’t worry, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

      “Thanks,” I blurt out, but she’s already hung up.

      I close the conversation and let my telephone

      slide into my jeans pocket. I’ve been locked in the

      bathroom for ten minutes. My break is finished by

      now and I have to get back to work. I take a look

      in the mirror and it’s just what you’d expect: a

      disaster. My mascara has run down my cheeks and

      my eyes are dressed in dark circles due to the lack

      of sleep, the uninterrupted crying last night and the

      make-up, which has completely melted.

      I wash my face and take a few deep breaths

      before opening the door and going back out there.

      Luckily, the place isn’t very crowded tonight

      because I’m telling you I don’t have it in me to

      smile at a bunch of people tonight. Not a joke in

      me. I take a few steps towards the counter where I

      find Patrick talking with Alan, one of the regulars

      at Only4You, a middle-aged man who prefers

      spending most of his nights here instead of at

      home with his wife. I offer a half-hearted smile

      and grab the tray to collect the empty glasses on

      the tables when Patrick lets go with one of his

      typical comments that normally don’t bother me.

      However, tonight could be the final straw.

      “Hey, what’s going on over there, you were

      gone forever!” he tells me. “I have to go on break

      too, ya know.”

      “Sorry, I was on the phone.”

      “Problems in paradise? ”

      He’s making fun of me and he has no idea how

      much it hurts.

      “Nothing that would interest you, Patrick.”

      “You can be sure about that. I think no sane man

      should be forced in any way to have just one

      woman.”

      I turn slowly, pursing my lips and trying not to

      burst out sobbing before answering him.

      “And yet your friend doesn’t seem to be having

      a bad time of it,” I say, referring to Liam, Rain’s

      boyfriend.

      “Huh, not exactly what I’d call an expert

      source. And then we’re talking about Rain, the

      only woman on the planet who is intelligent,

      beautiful and sensual.”

      “Gee, thanks,” I reply dryly, holding the tray

      against my chest.

      “Don’t get into a hissy Erin, you know what I

      mean.”

      “Sure I do Patrick, perfectly: you’re an asshole.

      What did women ever do to you?”

      “Women?” He breaks out in a rude laugh.

      “Women don’t have any effect on me and you

      know it. Or maybe they do have an effect but I

      doubt you’d want to hear the details.” He

      concludes, chuckling.

      I know Patrick well by now. I’ve been working

      in this pub for about a year and I’ve met all his

      women. His general rule of thumb is to have two

      women a week and with no strings attached.

      And I shake my head and turn away from him

      because tonight I don’t feel like going over the

      same old conversations again. We all know

      Patrick’s got some kind of allergy to the words

      relationship, couple and most of all, love.

      Just in that moment, Rain makes her entry. Her

      face is red and she’s winded. She must have run to

      get here and I feel guilty for having made her

      worry and drop everything to come.

      “Hey,” she says, running across to hug me, “I

      got here as fast as I could.”

      “Not here,” I whisper, drying my newly wet

      eyes.

      “Something wrong?” Patrick asks to my back.

      “Erin’s going on break,” Rain announces, taking

      my arm and bringing me toward the back of the

      pub.

      “She just got back,” Patrick adds, “it’s my turn.”

      “Well, you can wait another fifteen minutes, or

      half an hour or however long this takes,” Rain

      concludes, nodding her head to indicate that I

      should follow her.

      Patrick mumbles something about women and

      PMS and Alan laughs at his joke. Instead of

      answering him back like I normally would have, I

      shoot him a bitter, resentful look, but he must have

     
    read more into it because the entertained

      expression on his face changed in an instant. His

      eyes narrowed slightly as if to study me closer, and

      his forehead wrinkled as if he was thinking.

      Almost as if he was worried.

      Rain takes a key out of her pocket and asks me

      to follow her upstairs to the apartment Liam left

      after having moved in with her.

      “Come on up, it’ll be calmer here.”

      I nod and follow her up the stairs, trying to find

      the right words to tell her that my world just fell

      apart right on top of me.

      Patrick

      Erin takes off with Rain, leaving me alone at the

      counter. I needed a break, more than anything else;

      I needed time to check out the scene tonight. I

      have pinned down at least five possible lays and

      I’d like to get started testing out the territory in

      order to see who I should concentrate on.

      I dry the glasses that I’ve just pulled out of the

      dishwasher and put them away on the shelf, while

      Alan goes on with his vulgar jokes that I smile at

      to be nice, while my cell phone vibrates

      incessantly in my back pocket. I pull it out and see

      my mother’s name on the display. I step away from

      the counter to answer her.

      “Hello, darling.”

      “Mom, everything okay?”

      “Sure it is!” she explains with a bit too much

      enthusiasm.

      “Why are you calling me?”

      “Just wanted to say hi,” she says, but I can tell

      by her voice that something is wrong.

      “What’s going on?”

      She lets out a big sigh on the other end of the

      line.

      “I didn’t want to call you. You already do so

      much for us.”

      “What is it that you need?”

      “It’s for Ciara.”

      “Is she well? Has something happened?” I look

      at the counter and see a crowd starting to form,

      customers waiting for me to get back.

      “She’s fine, don’t worry. It’s for University.

      There are taxes to be paid and it’s just too

      much…”

      “How much is it that you need?” I cut her short.

      I know how much it costs her to call me for these

      kind of things and I don’t want to drag out her

      discomfort.

      “Just this one time, a little help.”

      “Mom,” I interrupt her before she can go on.

      “You don’t have to worry, okay? You know I’m

      always here for you and the family.”

      I hear her sigh again.

      “Carl tried to get some extra work as a delivery

      guy in the evenings but he works so hard during

      the day and he’s never home with his family. He’s

      a good man and a real worker.”

      “Yes, I know, Mother, and that’s why I’m here.

      He doesn’t have to be the only one to take care of

      everything himself.”

      “He would do anything for us, you know.”

      “Yes, I do know and I appreciate it, but this

      time, let me handle it, okay?”

      “Thanks dear, you’re the best.”

      “You know that’s not true.”

      “I know that I’m a lucky woman to have a

      wonderful son.”

      “Knock it off,” I tell her, shaking my head even

      though she can’t see me. “I have to go now. I’ll

      call you tomorrow, okay? You can give me all the

      details.”

      “Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you at work.”

      “You didn’t bother me, it’s just I’m working the

      counter and I have to go now.”

      “Sure, of course. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

      “Okay, we’ll talk tomorrow, Ma.”

      “And … Patrick?”

      “Yes?”

      “Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without

      you.”

      I bite my inner cheek to stop an outpouring of

      rage that shoots right to my head.

      “Bye, Ma.”

      I hang up and slide the phone back into my

      pocket. I take a big breath and make my way back

      to the counter where Aaron has taken my place.

      “Hey, where’d you go?” He asks me while

      serving someone from the bar.

      “Sorry, it was my mother, I had to answer.”

      “Everything okay at home?”

      “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just the usual

      problems.”

      “Anything I can do?” he asks me, stopping for a

      moment to look me in the eyes.

      “Nope, it’s all taken care of.”

      “You know if you need anything—”

      “No,” I stop him. “I have it under control.”

      And I hope I really do.

      “Patrick,” he says empathetically, “you know

      that I’m here for you and that I love your family. If

      they need anything…”

      “I can take care of my family myself Aaron,” I

      answer resentfully. I always have taken care of

      them since I was fifteen years old. I don’t need

      him or anyone else.

      Aaron nods his head and goes back to work as I

      try to gather my thoughts. Last month Danny

      needed a new uniform, the month before that Carl

      had an accident at work and was off for two

      weeks. And now Ciara … I know how much it

      costs Mom in pride to ask me for help and I have

      to be honest, sometimes I really am afraid I won’t

      be able to take care of all of them, but they are my

      family and I’d live in the street in order to give

      them what they need. I’ll make it. In a short while,

      they’ll be able to take care of themselves, at least I

      hope so. I have to hang tough another three, four

      years, and then I’ll be able to think about myself,

      like I’ve always planned to.

      And I’ll think only about me.

      1

      Erin

      I go downstairs the minute it’s daylight. I spent the

      night in the apartment over the pub following

      Rain’s advice that kept me company until the first

      rays of dawn. She didn’t want me to go back home

      and have to face him again. I need some caffeine

      or some kind of shot in the arm after having spent

      the night awake, but there’s nothing in the

      apartment except the furniture and a few sparse

      accessories. Nothing to drink or eat. It had been

      empty for a long time before Liam moved in after

      moving here from Dublin.

      Liam is one of Aaron, Jay and Patrick’s best

      friends. Collectively, they are my bosses and Liam

      is Rain’s boyfriend. They’ve been together a few

      months, after he came back to Ireland from having

      lived in London for two years. Liam was a famous

      singer in the UK but he gave it all up to come back

      here to be with the woman he’d always loved.

      Rain is a sweet girl, we became friends right away.

      She was in an accident just over two years ago in

      which her boyfriend – Liam’s brother Neil – lost

      his life, which also cost her grave consequences in

      addition to losing her memory. She’s better now,

      she’s not without difficulties nor has she recovered

      all of her memories, but
    now she’s got Liam, who

      came back to take her heart and to give her his.

      They’re happy in spite of everything that’s

      happened.

      Rain was Neil’s girl since a tender age but it

      seemed like subconsciously she was in love with

      Liam, who obviously reciprocated her feelings.

      And how could he not? They never declared

      themselves until a few months ago when the truth

      came to light and Rain couldn’t help falling into

      his arms, and I have to tell you the truth, I can’t

      blame her. Liam can be dark and melancholy at

      times, but he’s good and sweet in his own way.

      Now he works at the pub too and he went to go

      live with them, all of them settled in one big

      house. They’re a great couple.

      I live with Nate, or at least I did until last night.

      We’ve been together for more than a year and have

      been living as a couple for four months since my

      father decided to accept a prestigious teaching

      position in England, something which would also

      make it easier for him to continue his research in

      genetics.

      My parents separated ten years ago. My mom is

      American and after the divorce, she decided to go

      back to San Francisco. She wanted to take me with

      her but my life was here. My school, my friends …

      so, she and my dad decided that I’d stay in Dublin

      until I finished school and then we’d make a

      decision about it. I love Ireland, America is too …

      American. Too much chaos, too many people. Too

      much everything. So, at the end of my studies, I

      decided to stay here with my dad and follow in his

      footsteps.

      I study at Dublin City University, reading

      molecular biology just like he did. He didn’t force

      me into that choice but having grown up

      surrounded by charts and graphs, research and

      formulas it couldn’t have gone any differently.

      When my father was offered a position in

      Liverpool however, with a rich budget that would

      allow him to do the most important research of his

      life, he didn’t feel it was right to ask me to follow

      him. I’ve got my whole life here, I had Nate.

      I go to America to visit my mom every chance I

      get. My dad is always willing to buy me a ticket,

      but with my studies, my obligations and an

      upcoming graduation, I can’t afford the time off as

      frequently as before. We talk on Skype a few

      nights a week and we get along, despite the

      distance. We’re like two friends, and I don’t mind

     

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