“Shawn, are you asking for my permission to ask Brenna to marry you?”

“For your blessing. It matters to me as much as it will to her.”

“I’ll give you my blessing.” She took his hands in hers. “And for all I love her, my sympathy as well. She’ll run you ragged.”

“I need a favor.” Brenna burst into the pub through the back just as Aidan was taking the chairs down. Timing was everything here, she thought as she fought to catch her breath. Shawn would be coming in any minute.

“Well, now, you look full of surprise and secrets.” He tucked a chair under a table. “What’s the favor?”

“First off, I can’t tell you the secret.” Automatically she began to tip down chairs herself. “I have to ask you to do the favor blind.”

He got a good look at her then—the flushed face, the wildly glowing eyes, the foolish smile. He recalled a very similar look on his wife’s face at a certain moment. “Oh, Lord, Brenna, never say you’re breeding.”

“Breeding?” The chair nearly slipped out of her hands. “No, no!” And though she laughed it off, she found it interesting to discover she wouldn’t have minded it. “It’s nothing like that. Aidan, is there any way you could arrange for Shawn to have the evening off?”

“The whole of it?”

She heard the pain in his tone, sympathized. “I know it’s a lot to be asking, and at the last instant as well. But it’s important. I’ll work this weekend for no pay to make up for it. I’ll go down and talk to Mrs. Duffy myself to see that she’ll fill in.”

“Why the devil doesn’t Shawn ask for time himself instead of sending you in to look at me with those big eyes?”

“He doesn’t know.” She moved closer, running a hand down his arm. “Another part of the favor is that you don’t tell him I asked. Could you just send him home somehow at the beginning of shift?”

“He’ll certainly wonder why, won’t he?”

“I haven’t had time to think it all out.” She whirled away, paced, but couldn’t clear her head. “Oh, you’ll think of something, Aidan. Please.”

“It’s a matter of the heart, I suppose. And you’re using mine against my good business sense.” He let out a windy sigh. “I’ll work it out for you.”

“Oh, you’re the best and the finest.” She leaped into his arms to plant a hard, noisy kiss on his mouth.

“Look at this, will you? If she’s not after one brother she’s after another.” With a lazy yawn, Darcy sauntered in. “That’s a married man, I’ll have you know, you sneaky slut.”

“I’ve got one for you as well.” Before Darcy could evade, Brenna rushed over and gave her the same treatment.

“Sweet Mary, now she’s after the girls, too.” But Darcy’s sleepy chuckle faded away. She gripped Brenna’s arms. “Brenna, are you pregnant?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. No. Can’t a body be happy without a baby in the belly? I’ve got to go, he’ll be coming in. You don’t tell him I was here. Please. I’m grabbing a bottle of the French bubbly you keep in the back. Put it on my account, would you?”