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Georgia returned. “I checked, and the garden-view suite is available.”

“We’d like to see that,” Sully replied, holding me close. “Wouldn’t we, mo fhiadh beag?”

“Of course,” I muttered. “Show away.”

The suite was wonderful. Painted a soft green Lynn would love. All the same safety features, plus a view of the back garden and a larger footprint. There was even a skylight over where the bed would be, and I knew she would love lying there seeing the stars. “Think of the size of the telly we can put up for her to watch her shows,” he said enthusiastically. “That wall would be perfect for it. She’ll be spotting blood patterns before the coppers do.”

I shook my head as he laughed. He had told me of the in-depth conversation he’d had with her about her true crime shows while I was talking to the doctor. He thought it was awesome.

I shuddered when the price of the suite was mentioned, but Sully didn’t bat an eye.

“What do you think?” he asked me.

I had no idea what to say. I was too overwhelmed. “It’s, ah, nice.”

“Westside isn’t as well staffed. There are no garden-view suites. And Lynn is so well-known here—surely you don’t want to take her away from that?” Georgia asked, sounding upset.

“We only want where she’ll get the best care. After what happened…” Sully trailed off.

“She removed her lifeline. She was still very independent and required no help with dressing or getting around. Here, she will be checked and monitored much more frequently. Receive help with dressing, bathing, everything. All meals and snacks. She can bring in her own furniture, of course, and make the place to her personal taste.”

“Of course,” I soothed. I had always been pleased with the care Lynn received. It had been perfect for what she needed then, and I was sure it would be the same now. I shot Sully a look that made him smile. “My, ah, fiancé is simply making sure this is right for her.”

He beamed at me when he heard me refer to him as my fiancé. I had a feeling if Georgia weren’t here, he’d show me how pleased.

“We offer a small discount for those who move care levels, of course,” Georgia said, a small note of desperation in her voice. “Sort of a family-type discount.”

“Ah, lovely,” Sully said smoothly. “Why don’t we discuss the particulars while Autumn looks around a bit more. If she is satisfied, then I will be as well. And of course you will give her time to clear out Lynn’s things from her current place. Not rush her since she is having to be there for Lynn, finish up her responsibilities here, and prepare to move to Scotland?”

Georgia nodded as if under a spell. “Of course. Will the end of the month be enough time?”

“That coincides with her rental agreement, I believe. And I read the fine print. There’ll be no additional fees added to that,” Sully stated firmly. “My law firm is big on the fine print.”

She blinked. “Oh, you’re a lawyer?”

“Yes.”

“Of course not. No hidden fees.”

He smiled at her, all charm and Irishness. “Maybe a spot of tea while we do business? I’m parched. A biscuit would be grand too.”

“Yes.” She nodded like a bobblehead on the dash of a car. “Yes, I will arrange tea.”

He indicated the door with a sweep of his arm. “Shall we?”

She giggled like a schoolgirl as she went ahead of him. He winked at me. “Take your time, love. You know where the office is.”

And he left me—half fuming, half amused.

Uppity, domineering, I’ve-got-this Irish bastard.

I shook my head. God, I loved him.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

AUTUMN

After the meeting at The Haven, Sully took me back to the hospital. I visited for a while, then spoke with Carrie, the caregiver he had hired temporarily. She was young, bubbly, and obviously fond of Lynn. I recalled how often Lynn had mentioned her, so I knew the fondness was returned.