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The package has arrived. Thank you.

He was quick to reply.

No thanks needed. I charged the plane and everything to the hotel. Your woman—your expense.

I chuckled at his dry wit.

No problem. I am still in your debt.

I laughed at his final words.

And I will never let you forget it.

Somehow, I was okay with that.

* * *

Una sat with Roisin, spooning her some soup and talking to her quietly. Sully had found a shop close by and brought the soup as well as some decent coffee. The three of us sipped the dark brew, not saying much. Roisin was still pale and weak, but better. Talking easier. Eating in addition to all the sleeping.

“I have to get back,” Sully said, sounding regretful. “The practice is busy. I have a huge caseload.”

Niall nodded. “We appreciate you coming. I know Mum did as well.”

“I’ll keep close tabs when she is released.”

“We’re arranging around-the-clock care,” I muttered, my eyes locked on Una. Her hair gleamed in the dim light, and the sound of her voice was like a balm to my soul.

Roisin was eating up her attention, having given me a pointed look when we had walked back into the room. I had bent down to kiss her, and her whispered, “Not so complicated now, eh, boy?” made me grin.

I knew Una and I had a lot to talk about. The past, the future. Our relationship. Her damn brother.

But for now, she was here, and I was content.

“Okay, Finn?”

I shook my head, looking at Niall. “Sorry, was lost in thought.”

“Sully and I are staying here for the night. You take Una to the hotel. Come back in the morning, and I’ll go there then. Sully is heading back to Edinburgh tomorrow afternoon.”

“Are you sure? I can stay and you take Una to the hotel and make sure she gets to my room.”

Niall and Sully chuckled. “Right.”

I rolled my eyes. “We are both here for Roisin. She didn’t fly all this way to be ‘ravished,’ as you stated earlier. I am quite capable of controlling myself.”

Sully laughed. “Then yer blind, mate. She keeps eyeing you from under those lashes. Imagining, no doubt, what you’ll do when you’re alone.”

Just then, Una began to sing. Perched on the edge of Roisin’s bed, holding her hand, she was singing one of my aunt’s favorite Celtic songs, her voice low and sweet in the room. Roisin’s eyes were shut, and she smiled, looking peaceful and content. My heart swelled in gratitude for Una’s tender care toward her. The three of us tried, but we failed at the gentle stuff.

“Jesus, never mind,” Sully muttered. “I’ll take her to the hotel.”

“Feck off,” I replied. “She’s mine.”

“She looks like that, sings, and loves you?” He clapped my shoulder. “Lucky bastard.”

“I know.” I shut my eyes, listening to the beauty of Una’s voice. The way she wove the lyrics and music, making it almost swirl around the room.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” I announced.