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  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Epilogue
  23. About the Author
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My brother’s accent kicks up a notch whenever he’s in Ireland or around anyone else with the same accent.

Maeve and I share a look.

“I’ll ask the family, of course. It’s two weeks, then? We’ll help you figure it out. I’ll call you in the morning. Take care now.”

Keegan hangs up and we all wait expectantly.

“What’s up in Ireland?” I ask.

“Sinead needs help. One of her employees just quit because she got married and moved to the village over, and another broke her ankle, so she can’t be on her feet. Sinead is wondering if we know of anyone over there to call. She’s exhausted all of the contacts she has and just wanted some fresh ideas. It’s a small village, you know.”

“I’ll go,” I say immediately, the idea taking shape in my head. “I don’t know what kind of help she needs, but I can do it. I’ve been wanting to go to Ireland for a while. It’ll be a nice change of scenery. Can you spare me?”

“We have Ma and Rachel,” Maeve says.

“They only need help for a couple of weeks,” Keegan adds, thinking it over. “I should be able to get by without you for that long.”

“Awesome.” I clap my hands and turn to Cam. “You can go, right? You can work from anywhere.”

“I wondered if I was invited,” he says with a grin. “Yes, I can manage that.”

“Awesome. I’ll call Sinead myself and let her know.” I sashay away, already excited by the thought of spending a couple of weeks across the pond, soaking in the air and listening to the music in the pubs.

The little inn that the family owns has the best views of the sea, and there are castle ruins nearby.

I can’t wait.

“Hey, lady,” the kid with the probable fake ID calls from across the room.

“Back to work for me,” I say as I load my tray with the drink order and make my way to the customers. “Here you go, lads. Do you want to order any food?”

“Nachos,” one says. “And maybe we should share some onion rings.”

“Junk food it is, then.” I wink and turn away just as the band starts playing one of my favorite songs. I swing over and sing with them as I make my way to the kitchen to place the food order.

I’m going to Ireland.

It’s late, half-past three, when I walk into my house. I spent some time on the phone with Sinead after we closed, and I wanted to get ahead on some inventory work because Cam and I will have to leave for Ireland in just two days.