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I squeeze her ass and then pat it. "All righty, then. Go get your shit, and let's get going."
"Ya don't have to tell me twice." She runs out of the room. I text our pilot in Ireland to get a flight plan ready, then hit a button on my phone to call my dad.
He answers, "Tynan, everything okay?"
"Aye, it's fine. Maeve wants to move to New York."
The line goes silent.
I add, "I didn't even talk to her about it. She just came into the office and asked me if we could move."
Dad states, "We have a deal, Tynan. You have to clean up your businesses first."
"I know. And I will. But I think Maeve needs a weekend in New York."
"So when are ya coming to visit?"
I answer, "This weekend."
"Are you staying at my place or yours?"
I debate then reply, "I think yours. What do ya think about Maeve staying in New York and me flying back and forth if that's what she wants to do?"
There's a beat of silence, then Dad states, "That would be fine. But I think she should stay at my place if that's what she wants to do."
I don't disagree. It's the only way I would return to Ireland without her, and I'm surprised I'm even contemplating it. But I want to do what's best for her, so I reply, "Aye. But ya think it would be okay?"
"Of course it would."
"Okay. I'll talk to her about it if the time comes."
"I guess I'll see ya this weekend. What day are ya flying over?" he asks.
"I already texted the flight team so we can leave as soon as possible."
He chuckles. "That girl has ya wrapped around her finger."
"Oh, and she isn't wrapped around yours?" I accuse.
He chuckles some more. "Point taken. I'll see ya later tonight."
"Sounds good." I hang up and receive a confirmation text from the flight team that we can leave in a little over an hour. Then I walk to the window. I cross my arms and stare across the yard.
Belfast is great, as is Ireland, especially now that the O'Learys have been eliminated. But just like Maeve, I'm ready to return to the States.
I'm ready to rule New York.
30
Maeve
Arianna's SUV pulls up. I step out of the house and slide into the back seat next to her.
She holds out a black lace teddy and dangles Louboutin heels in front of me. She claims, "This is perfect for you."
"Are ya sure?" I ask, a bit nervous. We've been talking about doing our boudoir shoot for a while. We didn't get to do it when I was here before, as I had to go back to Ireland. Now that we've been back for a while, Arianna flew in so we could finish what we set out to do.
"Yes. Just trust me on this."
