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of such matters when love walks in?”
“It does when it only walks through one of the doors and the other stays shut.”
“You don’t have much confidence in me, for finding a way of opening a closed door if I put my mind to it.”
“Shawn, I don’t want to hurt you, and neither would Brenna, but she told me straight out that she only wanted to sleep with you.”
“She was clear enough about what she wanted.” This time he smiled. “I want more. What’s wrong with wanting more?”
“This isn’t the time to throw my own words back at my head. I’m worried for you.”
“Don’t be.” He washed the largest of the bowls by hand rather than crowd the dishwasher. “I know what I’m about. I can’t help my feelings. And before you say it,” he continued, “I know she can’t help hers either. But what’s wrong with doing what I can to change her feelings?”
“The minute she thinks you’re courting her—”
But I won’t be. She’ll be courting me.”
Darcy’s first response was a snort, but then she stopped, considered. “Aren’t you the clever one?” she murmured.
“Clever enough to know Brenna will prefer to do the persuading rather than be the persuaded.” He checked his tarts, adjusted the heat. “I expect what we’ve said here to stay here, between the two of us.”
“As if I’d go running off to tell Brenna what falls out of your mouth.” Insulted, she grabbed a tray. His stare from under raised brows made her relent. “All right, in the general way of things that’s what I do, but this is a different matter. You can trust me.”
He knew he could. She might try to fracture his skull with a flying plate, but Darcy would bite off her tongue before betraying a confidence. “I suppose that means you won’t be carrying back to me whatever she might have to say, about . . . certain things.”
“It does, indeed. Look for your spies elsewhere, my lad.” Nose in the air, she started to flounce out. Then there came a hiss of breath from her and she stopped. “She doesn’t think she’s built in a particularly attractive way.”
Since it was the last thing he’d expected to hear, Shawn merely stared until Darcy cursed under her breath.
“I’m only telling you because she never said it outright to me in just those words. But she thinks of her body as a practical thing, and not as female as it could be. She doesn’t think men find her particularly attractive—female-like. And that’s why the sex is just sex in her thinking. She doesn’t believe a man might look at her in a romantic or tender sort of way.”
She paused a moment, tried not to wonder if Brenna would forgive her if her friend knew she’d said such things. “A woman likes to be told . . . well, if you’ve any brain in your head, you should know what a woman likes to be told. And it’s not a matter of just grabbing hold of what’s different from yours, but telling . Now, close your mouth because you look half-witted.”
She let the door swing shut behind her.
FOURTEEN
“AND YOU’LL REMEMBER Dennis Magee who went off to America—well, neither of us remembers it precisely, as it’s been fifty years if it’s a day and we weren’t yet born, or barely so in my own case, at the time he left Old Parish. But you’ll remember hearing of it and how he made his fortune with land and building and such over in New York City.” Kathy Duffy sat cozily in the O’Tooles’ kitchen, sipping tea and nibbling on iced cakes—though if truth be known the batter could have used just a splash more vanilla—while she shared news and gossip.
As she was used to having ten words to say for anyone else’s one, she didn’t notice her friend’s distraction, but kept chattering away with the hottest bulletin in Old Parish.
“Always a clever one, was Dennis. So everyone who knew him said. And he married Deborah Casey, who was a cousin of my mother’s and was reputed to have a good head on her shoulders as well. Off they went, across the foam with their firstborn still in short pants. They did well for themselves in America, built up a fine business. You know Old Maude was betrothed to the John Magee who was lost in the war, and he was brother to Dennis. In all these years,” Kathy went on as she licked a bit of icing from her finger, “it seems Dennis never did look back to Ireland, or the place where he was born. But he had himself a son, and the son a son. And that one, he’s looking right enough.”
She waited a beat, and Mollie roused herself to raise her eyebrows. “Is he?”
“He is, yes. And he’s got his sights set on Ardmore. Planning to build a theater here.”
“Oh, yes.” Mollie stirred the tea she’d yet to taste. “I heard Brenna talking about it.” Distracted she was, but not so deeply that she didn’t notice Kathy’s crestfallen expression. “I don’t have the details of it,” she said, to smooth her friend’s feathers.
“Well, then.” Delighted, Kathy edged forward. “There’s a deal being done between the Magees in New York City and the Gallaghers. The word ’round is they’ll be building the theater onto the pub. A kind of music hall if I’m hearing correctly. Imagine that, Mollie, a music hall right in Ardmore, and with the Gallaghers having their fingers in it.”
“If it’s to be, I’d be happier knowing one of our own had some say in the matter. Do you know if Dennis Magee, the younger, will be coming back to Ardmore?”
“I don’t see how the matter can be done otherwise.” Kathy sat back, patted her hair. Her niece had given her a home perm the week before, and she was well pleased with it. Each curl was like a soldier tucked up in his bedroll.
“Dennis and I had a bit of a flirt when we were both young and foolish and he came to visit one summer back some years.” Kathy’s eyes went dreamy as she looked back. “On his grand tour, was he, and wanted to see the place where his parents had been born and reared and where he himself spent the first years of his life. He was a fine-looking man, Dennis Magee, as I recall him.”
“The way I remember things, you had a bit of a flirt with every fine-looking man before you plucked the one you were after.”
Kathy’s eyes went bright with humor. “What’s the point of being young and foolish if you do otherwise?”
Because it was one of the things worrying her, Mollie managed a wan smile and let her old friend settle back into chattering.
Mollie was certain that her oldest daughter was having a great deal more than a flirtation with Shawn Gallagher. That wasn’t such a shock, not really, but the fact that Brenna wasn’t talking of it with her was both a shock and a concern. She’d raised her girls to know there was nothing they couldn’t share with their mother.
She’d known the night her Maureen had fallen in love, as the girl had come in flushed and laughing and full of the wonder of it. And when Kevin had asked her Patty to marry, she’d known the minute her girl had come into the house and thrown herself weeping into her mother’s arms. That was the way with them, Maureen laughing over joys and Patty weeping over them.
But Brenna, the most practical of her children, had done neither, nor had she, as Mollie had expected, sat down and spoken of what had changed with Shawn.
Hadn’t she left that very morning saying that she would be staying over with Darcy that night and not quite looking her mother in the eye when she lied? It hurt, knowing your child had the need to lie to you.
“Where have you gone off to?”
“Hmm?” Mollie focused on Kathy’s face again, shook her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to keep my mind on things these days.”
“It’s no wonder. You’ve one daughter married only months ago, and another planning her wedding. Is it making you blue?”
“A little, I suppose.” Because she’d let her tea go cold and Kathy’s cup was empty, Mollie rose to pour hers down the sink and refill both cups with fresh. “I’m proud of them, happy for them, but . . .”
“They grow up so much faster than ever you think.”
“They do. One minute I’m scrubbing faces, and the next I’m buying wedding gowns.” To her surprise, h
elpless tears rushed to her eyes. “Oh, Kathy.”
“There, now, darling.” She took both of Mollie’s hands and squeezed. “I felt the same way when mine left the nest.”
“It’s Patty’s doing.” Sniffling, Mollie dug a handkerchief out of her pocket. “I never cried with Maureen except at the wedding. Thought I’d go mad from time to time as my Maureen wouldn’t settle for less than perfection, and her idea of it changed daily. But Patty, she gets weepy if we talk about what flowers she’ll have. I swear to you, Kathy, I live in fear that the child will bawl her way down the aisle to poor Kevin. People would think we’ve a gun to her head, forcing her to take her vows.”
“Oh, now, nothing of the sort. Patty’s your sentimentalone. She’ll make a lovely bride, tears and all.”
“Of course she will.” But Mollie indulged herself with a few tears of her own. “Then there’s Mary Kate. She’s taken to mooning about—over some boy, I’m sure—and brooding and closing herself off to write in her diary. Half the time she won’t let Alice Mae in the room.”
“Sure, there’s probably a lad at the hotel she fancies herself in love with. Is it worrying you?”
“Not overmuch, I suppose. Mary Kate’s a great brooder, and she’s of an age where having her younger sister in her pocket becomes a trial.”
“Just growing pains. You’ve done a fine job of mothering your girls, Mollie. They’re a credit to you, each and every one. Not that that stops a woman from worrying over her chicks. Well, at least Brenna’s not giving you any grief at the moment.”
Carefully, Mollie lifted her cup and sipped. “Brenna’s steady as a rock,” she said. There were some things you couldn’t share, even with a friend.
With the pub closed for an hour between shifts, Aidan stuck his head in the kitchen. “Can you leave that for a few minutes?”
Shawn cast a look around the general disorder caused by a busy afternoon crowd. “Without a second’s hesitation. Why?”
“There’s something to talk about, and I want a walk.” Shawn tossed his dishcloth aside. “Where?”
“The beach’ll do.” Aidan came through the kitchen and started out the back door. He paused there a moment, studying the slight rise of land, the tidiness of it before it gave way to a smattering of trees the wind had bent seaward.
“Second thoughts?” Shawn asked him. “
“No, not about this.” But he continued to look and measure. The shops and cottages that ran along the sides of his pub, the back gardens, the ancient dog who lay claim to a shady spot for a nap, the corner at the far end of their land where he’d kissed his first girl.
“It’ll change more than a little,” Aidan mused. “
“It will. It changed when Shamus Gallagher put up the walls of the pub. And every one of us since has changed it in one way or the other. This is your change.”
“Ours.” Aidan said it quickly, as it was very much on his mind. “That’s one of the things we’ll talk about. I didn’t catch Darcy. The girl was out of the place like a ball from a cannon. Do you remember playing out here?”
“I do.” Absently, Shawn rubbed his nose. “Aye, that I do.”
With a quick laugh, Aidan walked around the side. “I’d forgotten that. We had a ball game going out back from time to time, and that’s where Brenna rapped one right in your face. Christ, you bled like a pig.”
“The bat was as near as big as she was.”
