“It doesn’t, not the way you’re worrying right now. More people will come, for different reasons,” Shawn mused, trying to see it in his mind. “Another B and B might pop up along the way, and someone might be inclined to open another shop along the water. But Gallagher’s will still be serving food and drink, and offering music as it always has. One of us will man the bar. And while we’re about it, the boats will go out, nets’ll be cast. Life goes on as it means to, whatever you do about it.”

“Or whatever you don’t?” Aidan asked.

“Well, now, some might disagree with that. It’s the business of it that’s weighing on you, Aidan. And better you than me. I mean it sincerely. Carrying the Gallagher name is standing enough, legal or otherwise, for my needs.”

Shawn turned back so he could look at the pub, the dark wood, the cobbled stone, the etched glass that caught winks of sunlight. “It’s done well enough till now, hasn’t it? When the time comes, your children, and mine and Darcy’s, will work it out for themselves.”

“You might marry a woman with other ideas.”

Shawn thought of Brenna, shook his head. “If a woman didn’t believe in me and my family enough to trust in this, I’d have no business marrying her.”

“You don’t know what it is to be in love beyond reason. I’d have walked away from here, from this, from everyone, if she’d asked it of me or wanted it so.”

“She didn’t ask it of you, or want it so. You might have desired a woman who would have, Aidan, but you’d never have lost your heart to her.”

Aidan started to speak, then huffed out a breath first. “An answer for everything. And it’s not a little vexing that each one seems a right one.”

“I’ve given the matter some thought over time. Now you give me one, as I’ve a question. When you love a woman, beyond reason, does it hurt, or give you pleasure?”

“Both, very often at the same time.”

Shawn nodded as they started back. “I thought that might be the case, but it’s interesting to hear it confirmed.”

It was a fair and fresh evening, and business was brisk as the wind that tripped in over the sea. Music drew customers, some to listen while they sipped their pints, others to join in on the chorus, and more than a few who found the music pulled them to their feet to dance.

Despite the fast pace, Shawn found time to pop out now and then. And once, watching Brenna circling the tables in a pretty waltz with old Mr. Riley, he pondered an idea.

“I’ve a notion here, Aidan.” Shawn served two orders of fish and chips at the bar himself. He took a glass to pull himself a Harp and cut his thirst. “You see Brenna dancing there?”

“I do.” Aidan topped off the last layer of two Guinnesses. “But I don’t believe she’s running off with him to Sligo, no matter how often she promises.”