“We can do that,” Roland confirms. “If you’ll just come inside with me, we’ll get everything started.”

“I’m paying cash,” she informs him as we set off for the office. “So don’t bother with financing and all the other stuff. This should be quick and easy.”

I smirk behind her.

Famous last words.

“Why did that still take another ninety minutes?” Maggie demands as we drive away from the dealership.

“There’s a lot of paperwork involved in buying a car.”

“But I’m paying cash,” she insists. “I should just write the check and walk out with the car. As if I’m buying a couch or some chips at the store.”

“You’re cute.”

She narrows her eyes at me dangerously.

“You know there are registration and warranty things. You were there.”

“It’s a pain in the ass,” she grumbles. “But at least when we come back over in the morning, all I have to do is sign for it, and we can leave.”

Maggie glances around and then turns back to me.

“Why aren’t we headed for the ferry?”

“Because we aren’t getting on a ferry,” I reply. “We’ll stay in Seattle tonight and head back after we get your car tomorrow.”

“A mini-vacation,” she says. “Fun. Let’s get Italian for dinner.”

“I think we can manage that.”

“Do you ever wish you lived in the city?” I ask as Maggie holds my hand, and we walk from the restaurant, where we stuffed ourselves with bread and pasta, toward the hotel. It’s a beautiful evening, so we decided to hoof it. I’m glad we did because I have to work this food off.

“Not really,” she says. “Why, do you?”

“Sometimes, I wish we had some of the conveniences closer—like the airport, restaurants, and stuff like that.”

“Seattle isn’t that far from the island.”

“Far enough that it’s a pain in the ass sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love the island.”

“If you could just snap your fingers and live anywhere in the world, where would that be?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I’ve been almost everywhere there is to go, and I don’t know that there’s anything better than this. Maybe Ireland.”

Her face lights up. “Really?”

“I do love it there.”

“I do, too. That’s the only other place I would live, too. But I don’t think I could move away from the family, especially now that everyone’s having babies. I don’t like being out of the loop.”

“Your parents are good at having a foot in both places,” I remind her.

“They’re retired,” she says with a shrug. “Someday, I’ll retire there, too.”

“Are you still thinking that you’re content at the pub?”

“I love the pub,” she says slowly. “It’s what I know, and I am good at my job.”