“It’s a good noise. Building.”

“I’ve always thought the same.”

They stood a moment in perfect accord while the truck vomited out the last yard of concrete.

“I’ll buy you lunch,” Trevor said.

“I’ll let you.” Brenna gave a whistle to catch her father’s attention, then mimed spooning up food. Mick responded with a grin and a wave, then went back to work.

“He’s in his heaven,” Brenna commented as they walked over to rinse off their boots. “Nothing makes Mick O’Toole happier than finding himself in the middle of a job site, the muckier, the better.”

Satisfied, Brenna gave her feet a couple of stomps then headed around to the kitchen door. “I hope you’ll take some time to see the area while you’re here, instead of locking yourself into the job at hand.”

“I plan to see what’s around.” He had reports, of course, detailed reports on tourist draws, road conditions, routes to and from major cities. But he intended to see for himself.

Needed to see it, Trevor admitted to himself. Something had been pulling him toward Ireland, toward Ardmore for more than a year. In dreams.

“Ah, now there’s a fine-looking man doing what he does best,” Brenna said when she pushed open the kitchen door. “What have you for us today, Shawn?”

He turned from the enormous old stove, a rangy man with shaggy black hair and eyes of misty blue. “For the special we’ve sea spinach soup and the beef sandwich. Good day to you, Trevor, is this one working you harder than she should?”

“She keeps things moving.”

“And so I must for the man in my life is slow. I wonder, Shawn, if you’ve selected another tune or two for Trevor’s consideration.”

“I’ve been busy catering to my new wife. She’s a demanding creature.” So saying, he reached out to cup a hand on Brenna’s face and kiss her. “Get out of my kitchen. It’s confusing enough around here without Darcy.”

“She’ll be back tomorrow and by this time of the day you’ll have cursed her a dozen times.”

“Why do you think I miss her? Give your order to Sinead,” he told Trevor. “She’s a good girl, and our Jude’s been working with her. She just needs a bit more practice.”

“A friend of my sister Mary Kate is Sinead,” Brenna told Trevor as she pushed open the door that swung between kitchen and pub. “A good-natured girl if a bit scattered in the brain. She wants to marry Billy O’Hara, and that is the sum total of her ambitions at this time.”

“And what does Billy O’Hara have to say?”

“Being not quite so ambitious as Sinead, Billy keeps his mouth shut. Good day to you, Aidan.”

“And to you.” The oldest of the Gallaghers worked the bar and had his hands on the taps as he looked over. “Will you be joining us for lunch then?”

“That we will. We’ve caught you busy.”

“God bless the tour buses.” With a wink, Aidan slid two pints down the bar to waiting hands.