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Tully's face turns stern. "That'll be for Tynan to decide."
"So he's choosing to stay in Ireland longer?"
"No, I didn't say that either. He's a man in charge of his businesses. He's the only one who can determine that. I can't decide for him. Again, if he's going to run all of New York, he has to be able to make those calls."
"Oh."
"Maeve, I think ya should talk to Tynan about this."
"Does he not want to come back here?" I question, not understanding why he doesn't just tell Tully things are tied up in Ireland and return to New York for good. Maybe he only told me he wanted to live here because I did?
Tully shakes his head. "No, of course not. He's dying to be in New York full-time, and I can assure you that he doesn't like it every time he's away from you."
I decide I'm being silly even questioning Tynan's desire to be here. But I repeat, "Okay, so you're not keeping him there?"
"No, I'm not."
"But if he said he wanted to move back full-time, he could? You wouldn't stop him?"
"No, but once again, his business operations need to be secured," Tully reiterates.
I blow out a breath of frustrated air.
Tully adds, "Maeve, he's close."
"He is?"
Tully nods. "Aye. But if he doesn't tie up his stuff correctly, he'll end up right back there. And it won't be because I sent him there. It'll be because he'll have no choice. Do ya understand?"
I shrug, admitting, "Yes and no. It's hard when I don't know what's involved."
"I understand, Maeve. Don't worry, it's coming." He pats my hand.
"Okay. Thanks for talking to me about this." I dig into my purse and pull out a bag of cookies. I hand it to him. "I brought these back for ya."
He glances at it and smiles. "This is why you're my favorite."
I beam. "I am?"
"Aye. How could ya not be when ya always bring me my favorite cookies?"
I laugh, then add, "Don't let Lauren know these are your favorites. Then I won't have any pull with ya when she moves here." I wink and stand up, excited that she'll also be in the city.
He laughs. "You'll always have pull with me, darling."
I beam. "Thanks. Does Lauren know about New York?"
"Not yet. Keep it between us," he orders.
"Will do." I leave the room, go to our suite, and slide into bed. I fall asleep quickly.
When I wake up the next morning, dozens of pictures are in my inbox.
I text Arianna.
Me: Did ya get the photos?
Arianna: Yes! I'm looking at them now. You look smoking hot.
