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“The fuck istabarnak?” I asked.

His cheeks turned ruddy. “Means ‘fuck’ inQuébecois. Picked up the language over the years.”

Though I arched a brow at that, I merely said, “The Sparrows really have messed with us. And then there’s this shit with the ECD.”

“Never liked dealing with them. Getting into bed with the IRA’s one thing, but those fucking nutcases?” He scoffed. “But Aidan just had to have Lena. He’s such a goddamn hypocrite.”

“You only just figured that out?”

His smile was wry. “No. Spent a lot of time pining for home, Finn. Not going to lie, some days, I thought it would have been better if I’d let the ECD take me down. Then Liam happened and shit suddenly made sense. Until it didn’t no more.”

“It’s never too late,” I said softly, feeling the words impart some of their wisdom onto me.

He was silent a second, then he murmured, “You’re right.”

“This is proof of that, in fact.”

Nodding, he said, “I’ll be returning to Quebec soon. I’ll try to straighten things out with him.”

“See Conor, Paddy,” I insisted. “He’ll help get Liam’s money back.”

He winced. “I’ll think about it.”

I scratched my chin. “How are you for cash?”

His gaze darted around the office, but he surprised me by saying, “I don’t need charity. Only when my boy’s life is at stake.”

I respected that. “You got any savings I can invest?”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Don’t see why not. It’s what I do, after all,” I commented.

“I’d appreciate that, Finn. Don’t have much.”

“Not for long.”

His lips quirked up. “Would be nice not to worry about paying rent.”

With a nod, I told him, “Consider it a done deal. Would you like to meet Jake?”

His smile was earnest and genuine. Some of that came from his relief at my offer, but I also knew it was from the joy he found in reconnecting with his family. “I’d love to.”

And because I believed that, it was with pleasure that, twenty minutes later, I introduced Jacob Padraig O’Grady to his namesake.

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