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“I thought you weren’t swayed by me charm.”
“I doubt that’s ever stopped you from wielding it before.”
He gave her a wan smile.
“What did the Irishman say?” she asked.
Cal looked away, ostensibly at the bleak, snowy fields, though he didn’t really see them. In his mind, he saw the Irishman’s dark, bloodshot eyes.
“I told Baron.”
“Not everything.”
He shrugged. “It didn’t make sense. I’m not in the habit of repeating babble.”
“He mentioned Innishfree. You didn’t tell Baron that.”
Cal looked at her then. He’d forgotten she’d been in the back of the room, close enough she had probably been able to hear the Irishman better than the others. “It’s an island, I think. It doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“What did he say about it?”
Cal studied her. She looked almost as fresh as she had when she’d walked into the dining hall, and though it had only been an hour or so ago, it seemed a lifetime ago. Only her hair was slightly mussed to prove that he really had kissed her. Her coat was still neat and clean, her gaze alert and curious. Cal felt like he’d been pulled behind a horse. He feared he looked about as ragged too. “He said the seers there look into men’s hearts. He said this place sends kindling to the fire. He said Innishfree is death.”
She pressed her lips together. “Thank you.”
He took her arm and gently turned her back to him. “What does all of that mean to you?”
She shook her head. “Nothing. It’s nonsense, as you said.” She looked pointedly at his arm. “You’re touching me again, Mr. Kelly.”
“So I am, Miss Murray.” He released her. “Good night.”
“Good night.” She went inside.
Callahan Kelly stood on the porch for a few more seconds. She was lying. No, her eyes hadn’t shifted, her lips hadn’t twitched, and her body had remained still. But she’d lied. Innishfree meant something to her, and Cal couldn’t help but wonder what that something might be.
