“Don’t you sweet talk me you Irishman. I know how you are. Find a good woman, Sean. Find her and settle down. Give your father grandchildren before he’s too old to enjoy them. Have a huge wedding and invite me to it. Zulu and I will come.”
“Do you have to bring him?” smirked Sean.
“Careful little man, I’m still up for an ass whooping,” he laughed.
They all waved as the plane took off out over the sea, headed home to America.
“You know, Sean,” said Rose, “I know a few women that would be perfect for you. Not too old, not too young and lovely lasses they are.”
“No. No, no,” he said shaking his head, holding his hands up.
“Why not?” frowned his father. “You played matchmaker for me, maybe it’s our turn to play matchmaker for you.”
“Nope,” he said walking away. “Stay away from me. Do not crowd me on this.”
Conor and Rose laughed watching him run into the castle. He bent down and kissed the woman he intended to marry one day soon.
“Maybe I should meet these young women and find a suitable match for him,” said Conor.
“You let me worry about that Conor Laughlin. I know just what he needs.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The story of what happened in Ireland spread throughout Belle Fleur. It was nearly impossible to believe, even for those who had been there.
Aurora Broussard was laid to rest next to her father. A private, solemn service held in her honor. There could be no cause of death given, as there was no technical term for dying by ghostly hands.
Julia slept for days. Or at least it felt that way to Joseph. Mama Irene and Matthew assured him that she was fine, all the ghostly visits had been overwhelming for her. Even Gabi was quiet and reserved over the next few weeks. What they experienced, what they saw would change them all forever.
“I know it was hard but you all did great work in Ireland,” said Luke.
“I’d like to not do that again,” said Rory. “It was great seeing Conor and Sean but I’ll be damned if I ever want to see a castle ruin again. Something you can’t see, can’t feel, coming at you like that is beyond your imagination.”
“It is beyond my imagination,” said Eric. “I’m sorry you all went through that but I’m damn glad it’s over and done with.”
“Us too,” nodded Fitz. “I think I’ll stick to murder cases with the living. Or dead. You know what I mean.”
“We know what you mean, brother,” laughed Eric. “Tell us about Rose. I never thought Conor would marry again.”
“She’s wonderful. Sees ghosts like Julia and she’s beautiful. They’re a good match and Sean approved,” said Chief. “Of course, now Conor and Rose are trying to get Sean to take a wife.”
“I don’t know why he never married,” said Luke. “He must be early fifties now, right?”
“Something like that. Still young enough to have a family,” said Cam. “Do we know anyone we could send over?”
They all laughed but in the back of their minds wondered the same thing.
“Taken care of,” said AJ wheeling his chair into view and then wheeling it back to his bat-cave.
“Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean ‘taken care of’?” asked Luke. AJ wheeled into view again with a blank stare on his face.
“I mean, it’s taken care of.” AJ disappeared again and Eric stepped inside the comms room and pushed the chair out, back into view of everyone.
“Use your big boy words,” said Eric. “How is this taken care of?”
“Oh. I see. You want the story,” smirked AJ.
“AJ, you’re pissing me off, brother,” said Luke.
