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dash had mussed it. “I was just thinking I might walk down to your cottage, then here you are.”
“My cottage?” She’d changed out of her Sunday dress, he noted, but she wore what looked to be a new sweater, and she had on earrings, scent, fresh lipstick. All the little lures women use.
He was suddenly sure that Brenna had been right about the situation. And it terrified him.
“I was hoping to take you up on what you said last night.”
“Last night?”
“About how I could listen to your music anytime. I love hearing you play your tunes.”
“Ah . . . I was just coming over to your own house, to speak with Brenna about a matter.”
“She’s not home.” Deciding he needed a little encouragement, Mary Kate slid her arm through his. “Something needed to be fixed at Maureen’s, so off she went, and Ma and Patty with her.”
“A word with your father, then—”
“He’s not at home either. He took Alice Mae down to the beach to look for shells. But you’re welcome to come.”
Knowing it was bold, she let her hand run up and down his arm as they walked. The feel of muscle—a man’s arm, not a boy’s—had her pulse dancing. “I’ll be happy to fix you some tea, and a bite to eat.”
“That’s kind of you.” He was a dead man. He caught sight of the O’Toole house as they topped the hill. Though thin smoke plumed from the chimney, it had the general air of being empty.
Brenna’s lorry wasn’t parked in the street. The dog was nowhere to be seen. Apparently even Betty had deserted him in his hour of need.
The only choice left was a quick and cowardly retreat.
“What was I thinking?” He stopped short and clapped a hand to his forehead. “I’m supposed to be helping Aidan . . . at the house. Slipped my mind.” As quickly as he could manage, he untangled his arm, gently nudging her hand away, as he might a puppy who was inclined to nip. Down, girl. “Things are always slipping my mind, so I don’t suppose he’ll be surprised that I’m late.”
“Well, but if you’re already late . . .” She leaned toward him, nearly into him, in a gesture that even a distracted coward such as himself recognized as an invitation.
“He’ll be looking for me.” This time he patted her on the head, as he might a child, and saw from the pout beginning to form that she’d taken it as he’d meant it. “I’ll stop in for tea sometime soon. Give my best to your family, now, won’t you?”
He was twenty strides away before he let out a relieved breath. And what, he wondered, was this with the O’Toole girls all of a sudden? Now instead of a quiet walk, perhaps a cup of tea in a friendly kitchen, and a little time alone in the cottage working on his music, he was honor-bound to go into the village and find something to do at Aidan’s.
“What are you doing here?” Aidan asked him. “It’s a long and complicated story.” Shawn glanced around cautiously as he stepped inside. “Is Jude at home?”
“She’s upstairs with Darcy. Our sister’s having some trouble deciding what to wear to drive this Dubliner she’s seeing crazy.”
“That should be keeping them busy for a while. Good. I’ve had enough of women lately,” he explained when Aidan looked at him questioningly. “Now there’s the handsome dog.” He bent down to give Finn’s head a scratch. “Growing into his feet, this one is, and fast.”
“He is that, and good-natured with it, aren’t you, lad?”
Finn turned adoring eyes on Aidan, and his tail swished with such enthusiasm that it drummed from Shawn’s knees to the table by the door. “He grows much more, he’ll be knocking lamps off the table with that whip of his. Can you spare a beer?”
“I can spare two, one for each of us. Women,” Aidan continued as they made their way into the kitchen, “as we were on the subject, are always going to be giving you grief of one sort or another. It’s that pretty face of yours.”
Amused, Shawn sat at the table while Aidan got two bottles of Harp and opened them. He laid a hand absentmindedly on Finn’s head when the dog bumped under it. “You did fair in the lady department yourself, as I recall. And you’re not nearly so pretty as I am.”
“But I’m smarter.” With a grin, Aidan passed his brother the bottle. “I held out for the best of them.”
“I can’t argue with that.” After tapping his bottle to Aidan’s, Shawn took a long, appreciative swallow. “Well, then, it wasn’t to talk about women that I came by, but to get away from them for a time.”
“If you’ve a mind to discuss business, I’ve some of that.” He got down a tin of crisps, set it between them before he sat. “I had a call from Dad this morning. He and Ma send their love. He was going to ring you as well.”
“I was out walking. I suppose I missed them.”
“Well, the immediate news is he’s off to New York next week to meet with the Magee.” Since his dog was looking at him hopefully, and Jude wasn’t around to disapprove, he tossed Finn a crisp. “He wants a feel for the man before we go any further on this deal.”
“No one sizes a man up quicker and more true than Dad.”
“Aye. And in the meantime, Magee is sending his man here, to do some sizing up of his own. His name is Finkle, and he’ll be staying at the cliff hotel. Dad and I agree we won’t discuss hard monetary terms with Finkle until we’ve got a better handle on this Magee.”
“You and Dad would know best about such matters. But . . .”
“But?”
“It seems to me that one of the handles we’re looking to grip would be what we’ll make out of the deal. In pounds, yes, but also in how this project of Magee’s will enhance the pub.”
“That’s a fact.”
“So the trick would be,” Shawn said after a contemplative sip of beer, “how to gain information without giving so much of it in return.”
“Dad’ll be working on that in New York.”
“Which doesn’t stop us from working on it here.” As easy a mark as Aidan, Shawn fed Finn another crisp. “What we have in our happy little family, Aidan, is the businessman”—Shawn tipped his beer toward his brother—“that would be you.”
“So it would.”
“And,” Shawn aimed a finger at the ceiling, “upstairs we have two lovely women. One, gracious and charming, has a shyness of manner that masks, to those who don’t look close enough, a clever brain. The other, flirtatious and beautiful, has a habit of wrapping men around her finger before they realize she has a steel spine.”
Aidan nodded slowly. “Go on.”
“Then there’s me, the brother who doesn’t have a brain cell working in his head for business. The affable one, who pays no attention to money matters.”
“Well, you’re an affable enough sort, Shawn, but you’ve as good a head for business as I do.”
“No, that I don’t, but I’ve enough of one to get by. Enough of one to know it’ll be you Finkle concentrates on.” He gestured absently toward Aidan with his beer as he thought it through. “And while he’s doing that, the rest of us can surround him and poke in, so to speak, in our own fashions. I think by the time the deed is done, we’ll know what we need to know. Then you make your deal, Aidan. And Gallagher’s will be the finest public house in the country, the place they speak of when they speak of Irish hospitality and music.”
Aidan sat back, his eyes dark and sober. “Is that what you want, Shawn?”
“It’s what you want.”
“That’s not what I’m asking you.” Before Shawn could lift the bottle again, Aidan gripped his wrist, held it firm enough that Shawn cocked his head in question. “Is it what you want?”
“Gallagher’s is ours,” Shawn said simply. “It should be the best.”
After a moment, Aidan released him, then restless, rose. “I never figured you for staying.”
“Where would I go? Why would I?”
“I always thought there’d come a day when you’d figure out what you wanted from your music, then you’d go to get it.”
“I have what I want from my music.” As the crisps were no longer coming his way, Finn settled under the table at Shawn’s feet. “It pleasures me.”
“Why have you never tried to sell it? Why have you never taken yourself off to Dublin or London or New York to play in the pubs there so it can be heard?”
“It’s not ready to sell.” It was an excuse, but all he had. The rest, at least, could be plain truth. “And I’ve no yearning to go to Dublin or London or New York, Aidan, or anywhere to sing for supper. This is my place. It’s where my heart is.”
He settled back, absently rubbing Finn’s side with his foot. “I’ve no wanderer’s thirst inside me like you had, or like Darcy and Ma and Dad. I want to see what I know when I wake in the morning, and hear sounds I’m familiar with. It centers me, you see,” he went on while Aidan studied him, “to know the names of the faces around me, and to be home no matter where I look.”
“You’re the best of us,” Aidan said quietly and made Shawn laugh with both surprise and embarrassment.
“Well, now, there’s a statement for the ages.”
“You are. You’ve the heart that draws in the land here, and the sea and the air and holds it with respect and with love. I couldn’t do that until I’d gone off to see all I could see. And when I left, Shawn, I’m telling you I didn’t think I’d be back. Not to stay.”
“But that’s what you did, what you’ve done.”
“Because I came to realize what you’ve always known. This is our place in the world. By rights, if we went by heart instead of birth order, you’d head the pub.”
“And run it into the ground within a year. Thanks, but no.”
“You wouldn’t, though. I haven’t always given you the credit you deserve.”
Shawn turned the Harp over in his hand, eyed it thoughtfully, and sent the dog at his feet a wink. “Just how many of these bottles did the man drink down before I got here, Finn, my lad?”
“I haven’t been drinking. I want you to understand my feelings and thoughts before things change on us again. And they will change if we make this deal.”
“They’ll change, but we’ll be the ones guiding the direction of it.”
