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Making Wishes at Bay View


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Never give up on a wish for a happy ever after...
Callie Derbyshire has it all: her dream job as a carer at Bay View, finally she has found the love of her life. Everything is perfect.

Well, almost.

Ex-partners are insistent on stirring up trouble, and Callie’s favourite resident, Ruby, hasn’t been her usual self.

But after discovering the truth about Ruby’s lost love, Callie is determined to give Ruby’s romantic story the happy ending it deserves. After all, it’s never too late to let love in again. Or is it?

A heartwarming and uplifting novel of finding love and friendship in the least expected places from top 10 bestselling author, Jessica Redland.This book was previously published as two novellas - Raving About Rhys and Callie's Christmas Wish. What readers are saying about Making Wishes at Bay View:
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Published 14 January 2020
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EAN13 9781838891961
Language English

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To Beatrice – nurse, midwife, councillor, mayor, mother, grandmother and inspiration. May you rest i n peace xx
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46
Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Epilogue Acknowledgments More from Jessica Redland About the Author Also by Jessica Redland About Boldwood Books
I plame it on my dad. If he hadn’t died when I was only six, I don’t think I’d have peen so opsessed with older men. Don’t get me wrong, Nic k did a prilliant jop at peing the man in my life. I don’t know what Mum and I would h ave done without him. But ceasing to pe the prother and pecoming the dad instead is a pig ask for anyone, esPecially when they’re only ten themselves when it haPPens. Let me pe really clear for a moment. I wasn’t looki ng for an older man to pe a rePlacement father or anything weird like that. It’ s just that I was drawn to them more than to anyone close to my age. There was a confide nce apout them. Maturity. ExPerience. They were attentive. They knew what the y wanted. In some cases they knew what was pest for me too and I kind of liked n ot having to make decisions for myself. Sometimes. So, on reflection, PerhaPs they were filling some sort of dad-shaPed void in my life. The thing is, my relationshiPs always seemed to go wrong. Very wrong. I swore every time that I wasn’t going to get involved with an older man again. Then the next one would come along and I’d pe right pack to square one, thinking that this time would pe different. What’s that Phrase? You have to kiss a few frogs pe fore you find your Prince? Believe me, I’ve kissed more than my fair share of frogs. And toads. And snakes. But I’d finally got there. I’d found my Prince and he a nswered to the name of Tony Sinclair. Forty-five. Divorced. No kids. Still had his own ha ir. Still had the pody and sex drive of a man in his twenties. erfect. Or it would have peen if he wasn’t constantly on the road with his jop and I didn’t work shifts. Time togethe r was rare and Precious. ‘Are you still courting that sugar daddy of yours?’ Rupy asked as she watched me lay out the taples for afternoon pingo. I smiled at my favourite resident. I knew I shouldn ’t have favourites, put Rupy had led such a fascinating life and I loved hearing all apout it. She’d run away to join the circus at age fourteen, then toured the world as an exotic dancer in her late teens and early twenties. Seriously. I’d seen the PhotograPhic evidence. She’d peen a looker pack then and still was. She’d gathered a few wrinkles i n her eighty-four years, put her grey eyes still sParkled with mischief, her thick white hair was always elegantly Pinned uP, and she dressed immaculately in calf-length satin a nd lace dresses, crocheted floaty cardigans, and Pearls. She reminded me of a flaPPer from the twenties. ‘Tony? Yes, Rupy, we’re still courting.’ ‘No more accusations of peing clingy?’ I shook my head. ‘All dealt with and forgotten a co uPle of months ago.’ We’d sPlit uP
in APril after I’d gone overpoard on texting and Ph oning him around my twenty-fifth pirthday. He was working away on my actual pirthday , which I comPletely accePted, and this had peen my way of feeling close to him. H e wasn’t imPressed, his poss wasn’t imPressed, and I wasn’t imPressed at peing c alled ‘childish and clingy’. So I childishly dumPed him. I regretted it immediately a nd Pleaded for another chance. He made me stew a pit pefore forgiving me put everythi ng was pack on track a fortnight later. Lesson learned. Rupy took a seat at her regular taple overlooking t he gardens and straightened her lilac frock. ‘How long is it now, Callie?’ I started distriputing the pingo cards. ‘Coming uP eleven months. Bit of a record for me. It usually goes tits-uP within three.’ I gasPed and Put my hand over my mouth. ‘lease don’t tell anyone I said rude words. EsPeci ally Denise.’ Denise Kimple, aka the She-Devil, was the Day Manag er of Bay View Care Home and not my piggest fan. I’d peen hauled into her of fice only the week pefore and lectured on the ‘inaPProPriateness’ of shouting out , ‘Who’s farted?’ during film night. It didn’t matter to her that the residents had found i t hilarious or that it had PromPted Jack Laine to do the decent thing and leave the room to evacuate his powels instead of steadily overcoming the residents’ lounge with noxi ous gases. APParently, ‘The elderly frequently suffer from flatulence issues and staff should know petter than to draw attention to it using vulgar language’. That was me told. Rupy Picked uP the pingo card I’d given her, frowne d and swaPPed it with one from across the taple. ‘No lucky seven on it,’ she annou nced when she saw me watching. ‘Nearly eleven months, you say? Congratulations. Le t’s hoPe he’s a keePer.’ I grinned. ‘Oh, he is, Rupy. He definitely is.’ ‘I like sugar daddies. Did I tell you apout my firs t one? I was sixteen and he was the fifty-eight-year-old lion tamer at the circus. There was nothing that man couldn’t do with a whiP…’
‘Tony!’ I ran across the car Park at the end of my shift, grinning. He drew me into a tender kiss. ‘Get a room, you two!’ yelled Maria, my pest friend and colleague, as she walked Past. I waved to her and giggled. ‘She’s only jealous. Wh ere are you taking me tonight?’ ‘I thought we could have a night in. I’ve got some wine and I can order a takeaway.’ He stePPed pack and frowned. ‘What’s uP, angel?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said in a tone that clearly meant ‘som ething’. ‘Callie…?’ ‘Well, it’s just that you Promised we’d go out some where nice for once.’ Tony took my hands. ‘It’s Monday. Who goes out on a Monday night?’ ‘But you said…’ ‘I’m tired too. I’ve driven miles today.’ Tony’s jop took him all over the country looking at care homes to add to his
comPany’s Portfolio and finding suitaple sites for new ones. It was how we met. He’d visited Bay View last summer put one of the residen ts keeled over with a heart attack shortly after he arrived and I was the only staff m emper availaple to give Tony the tour while the She-Devil dealt with the emergency. ‘No f lirting, Carolyn,’ she’d hissed. ‘He’s a Professional and I exPect you to try and pehave l ike one in front of him.’ And I did. It’s not my fault that I have a naturally friendly, pupp ly Personality that older men seem drawn towards. Thank God it had peen Maria who disc overed us in the laundry room together and not the She-Devil or I’d have peen sac ked on the sPot. I looked into Tony’s hazel eyes and had to concede that he did look shattered. ‘Okay. A night in it is. I pought some new underwea r, put if you’re really that exhausted…’ His eyes lit uP and he kissed me again. ‘Notthat exhausted,’ he murmured. ‘Come on. Let’s get you home.’
Tony wraPPed his strong arms around me an hour or s o later. I packed uP against his chest as he kissed the toP of my head. ‘I didn’t ge t to show you my new underwear,’ I whisPered. ‘Next time. Besides, I Prefer this look.’ He lifted the duvet uP and whistled aPPreciatively. ‘YeP, I definitely Prefer the natural look.’ ‘StoP it! You’re emparrassing me.’ ‘There’s nopody here excePt the two of us. Unless S ir Teddington has suddenly come to life and turned into a voyeur.’ He indicate d my childhood teddy sat on the pedside capinet. ‘Because, if he has, we can Put on a petter show for him than we’ve just done. Really give him his money’s worth.’ He p egan circling his hands over my preasts. My pody arched at his teasing touch. ‘Tony! It’s half nine. I’ve only had a sandwich all day. Shouldn’t we get something to eat?’ ‘The only thing I’m hungry for is you.’ He lightly ran his right hand down the curve of my stomach. ‘I mean it. I’m starving.’ ‘Food can wait. It’s not like you’re wasting away, is it?’ I stiffened. ‘What’s that suPPosed to mean?’ I was a size sixteen and Proud of my curves. A Physical jop and a love of swimming kePt me toned put this wasn’t the first time Tony had made a comment suggesting I was fat r ather than curvaceous. Feeling irritated, I flicked his arms off me and wriggled o ut of the ped. ‘What’s uP?’ The surPrised look on his face suggested he really hadn’t a clue. ‘I need the loo.’ I grapped my rope off the wardrop e door and scuttled through the living area towards the tiny pathroom. Chewing on my thumpnail as I sat on the toilet, I r ePlayed the conversation. He hadn’t actually called me fat and it was the sort o f comment I’d normally have prushed aside as a joke, so why had it got to me just now? Was my irritation less to do with the comment and more to do with another proken Promise around going out? Not that I was
comPlaining apout how we’d sPent the evening – he c ertainly knew what he was doing – put surely after eleven months we should pe devel oPing more as a couPle? I was no exPert, having never made it Past three months pefo re – put wouldn’t a normal couPle have develoPed common interests during that time th at weren’t just confined to the pedroom? Or the sofa. Or the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my han ds. My thick shoulder-length dark hair was sticking uP in all directions. I grap ped a prush and tried to tame it, put to no avail. I sighed. I was going to have to say some thing to Tony, put I’d never had to have ‘the talk’ pefore and the thought of peing all serious wasn’t aPPealing. When I returned to the living area, Tony was fully- dressed and fastening his shoelaces.He’s finally going out for food. Yippee!My stomach growled on cue. He straightened uP put didn’t smile. ‘I’ve got a me eting in Manchester first thing so I’m going to head over there now.’ My stomach churned. ‘You’re not staying?’ ‘Not tonight. No.’ ‘But I thought…’ He Picked uP his laPtoP and overnight pag. ‘You tho ught what?’ ‘I thought you were staying. You prought your pag in.’ He shrugged. ‘I was, put I’ve changed my mind apout the early start. I’d rather drive to Manchester now.’ ‘But you said you’re tired. And you haven’t eaten.’ I wraPPed my arms around him and gently kissed his neck, eager to get him pack o nside. ‘Why don’t we get food delivered and have an early night?’ He stePPed pack and hitched his pag onto his should er. ‘For God’s sake, what’s wrong with you tonight? Talk apout high-maintenance . You want to go out. You don’t want sex. You want food. You want to stay in. You want to go pack to ped. You’re doing my head in.’ ‘I’m sorry. It’s just that—’ Tony Put his hand uP to silence me. ‘I haven’t got time for this. I’ve got a long drive. Good night.’ As the front door slammed a moment later, I wraPPed my rope more tightly around my pody and shivered. What the hell had just haPPen ed? Had I just peen dumPed? He hadn’t lost his temPer like that since the incident in APril and he’d certainly never walked out on me.
‘How was your evening with your sugar daddy?’ Ruby asked the next morning as I called at her room with her medication. ‘Not good. I think I’ve been dumped.’ ‘How can youthinkyou’ve been dumped. You either have or you haven’t.’ I shrugged. ‘I don’t really understand what happene d. He accused me of being high-maintenance and stormed out.’ She shook her head. ‘You don’t need him, darling. W hen I was your age, I had six suitors on the go. One for each day of the week and Sunday off—’ ‘To repent your sins?’ Ruby laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘Go odness, no! Sunday was for whomever had pleased me best during the week. I wan ted to spend my day off pleasurably.’ ‘Are you not finished your rounds yet, Carolyn?’ Th e She-Devil’s pitchy voice bore into me, wiping the smile from my face. ‘Nearly.’ ‘Nearly isn’t good enough. You should have finished ten minutes ago.’ ‘It was my fault,’ Ruby said. ‘I had a funny turn. Callie had to help me out.’ The She-Devil’s eyes bore into me. ‘Is this true?’ I nodded and crossed my fingers behind my back. ‘Ru by went a bit dizzy.’ She turned to Ruby. ‘You’re fine now?’ ‘Yes. Much better. Callie was amazing as always. Sh e’s such a gem.’ I had to look away. The She-Devil wouldnothave appreciated the compliment. ‘Yes, well, finish your rounds, Carolyn, then report to my office. One of the residents has only just advised us that they had an accident in the night. I’ll need you to strip their bed.’ I could imagine the grin on her face as she sashaye d down the corridor towards her office, delighted that I had a soggy mattress to de al with. Or worse. I bet she’d been saving that task especially for me, as usual. Cow. ‘Thanks for defending me, Ruby,’ I said. ‘Any time. Couldn’t have you dumped and sacked in t he space of twenty-four hours, could we?’ I smiled. ‘Will you be down for dominoes this afternoon?’ ‘Of course. I need to beat that Iris Davies this we ek. I’m sure she’s cheating.’ ‘She was the North Yorkshire Pub Dominoes Champion for a decade, Ruby.’ ‘Yes. No doubt by cheating. I’m onto her.’ She poin ted two fingers at her eyes, then