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“Yes, of course!” Kayley had started to cry now
Idly, Daisy wondered if the painkillers were starting to wear off.
Matt slipped the ring on Kayley’s finger and they kissed.
Daisy recorded three more seconds before hitting the stop button. She caught Conn’s eye. “Nope, no idea!” she said.
Conn exchanged a glance with his colleague, who looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Congratulations, guys. Okay, we’ll be landing in a few moments.”
Daisy leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Today had been the longest day of her life.
All she wanted was to go home.
CHAPTER 53
As the helicopter landed, Daisy felt a fresh wave of adrenalin rush through her as she noticed TV cameras, reporters and photographers waiting outside. She braced herself as Conn helped her down.
“Daisy!”
She shielded her eyes as she peered into the crowd, and spotted Tim battling his way through. “How’s Kayley?” he asked.
“Um,she’s over there.” Daisy turned in time to see Kayley being stretchered into the ambulance. “She hurt her shoulder when the car flipped over. It might be dislocated.”
“Bollicks to that!”
Daisy folded her arms tightly across her, shivering under the emergency blanket still wrapped around her. “How did you know where we’d be?”
“One of the band members let me know Kayley had been airlifted. I think they must have let the press know too. Anyway, after that, it was pretty easy to find out where they’d be landing.” He peered at her. “You’re frozen. Probably suffering from shock too. Do you want to go to hospital?”
She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.” As she looked over, she caught Matt’s eye as he was helped into the back of the ambulance with Kayley, before the doors closed and the ambulance pulled away.
Somebody thrust a microphone in her face. “Tara White from Channel Five news. Are you part of Kayley Lynch’s entourage? Can you tell us exactly what happened?”
“I’m … I’m not part of her entourage.” She wished she could stop shivering.
“I’m Tim Meaney, Ms Lynch’s publicist.”
The reporter flicked the microphone to him.
“Kayley’s performance at Granary House in Wicklow this evening has been cancelled because of the flooding.” Tim spoke clearly. “Kayley got into difficulties on a flooded road, and she’s on her way to hospital to be checked out. That’s all for now. Thank you.”
“What can you tell us about Kayley’s fiancé?” someone shouted.
“How did the couple meet?”
“Kayley will release a personal statement when she’s ready.” Tim was firmer now. “Thank you, again.”
The flashes of a dozen cameras blinded Daisy’s vision, as reporters continued to shout at them, but Tim turned Daisy away.
“My hire car is parked just over here. Come on, I’ll give you a lift.”
Daisy yawned, grateful to let someone else make the decisions. “That would be great.”
She relinquished the emergency blanket to a paramedic and followed Tim.
As they drove away, she wriggled down into the passenger seat, already regretting having left the emergency blanketbehind as she tried to stop herself shivering – what was she thinking?
Tim turned up the heater. “That’s partly adrenalin, you’ll be exhausted later.”
