“I’ll never stop,” he says, his voice hard. “It’s in my blood. Part of my DNA. I’ll die while making glass.”

“Just like I’ll likely die at a computer.” We pause while the server delivers our food, and I break off a piece of bacon, popping it into my mouth. “But you don’t always have to do it for a living. Christ, you have more money than you can possibly spend.”

“I don’t do it for the money, you know that.”

“I know it. That’s why I’m saying that. Don’t let anyone bully you into a certain number of pieces. The museum is your baby, and it’s important to you and your family. Your legacy. Fulfill that obligation first and then work on other exhibits if you want.”

“That is exactly what I need to do,” he agrees. “Stasia’s been craving a trip to the coast. We haven’t been down there since before the baby was born, so maybe we just need a few days away.”

“You live on the water, and you’re planning to vacation at the coast?”

“We like it,” he says with a shrug. “If I thought we could get away for longer, we’d escape to Ireland.”

“Now that I understand.”

I’ve only been to Galway, Ireland a few times with the O’Callaghan family, but it’s safe to say it’s as close to heaven as I’ve ever been, with the greenest hills I’ve ever seen, and that coastline alive with temper. I could spend weeks there and not see everything.

“You should spend more time there,” Kane suggests. “It’s a lovely place to recharge, and that’s the truth of it.”

“I have work, and everyone is here. But the next time we all go over as a family, I might take extra time to explore a bit.”

“Good idea. I heard from the private investigator.”

My gaze whips up and finds Kane watching me. “And?”

“He didn’t have much more information than before,” my friend replies. “It was a quarterly check-in.”

After Maggie’s husband died, and the family discovered all of Joey’s secrets, Kane hired an investigator. He’s turned up very little information that Maggie and the others didn’t already know.

Because there’s nothing to find unless you’re a government operative.

I know everything. Every detail.

And I’m not allowed to say a word to the people I love the most.

It’s been the worst torture of my life.

“Here’s your stew, some bread, and save some room for dessert.” Maggie winks as she sets my food in front of me. “I made some cobbler. No, it’s not Irish, but it sounded good today.”

“You can go ahead and save me some.”