Before Jude could answer, Brenna was up, pacing, knocking the heels of her hands against the sides of her head, moaning out curses. “I’ll have to move away, leave my family. I can go to the west counties. I have some people, on my mother’s side, in Galway. No, no, that’s not far enough. I’ll have to leave the country entirely. I’ll go to Chicago and stay with your granny until I get on me feet. She’ll take me in, won’t she?”

She spun back, teeth gritted once again as Jude ladled soup into bowls and chuckled. “Oh, well, now, maybe you find this a laughing matter, Jude Frances, but to me it’s dire business. I’m humiliated in front of everyone who knows me, and all because I’ve an itch for some pretty-faced, soft-brained man.”

“You’re not humiliated, and I’m sorry to laugh. But your face . . . well.” Choking back another chuckle, Jude set the soup bowls on the table, then patted Brenna’s shoulder. “Sit down, take a deep breath. You don’t have to leave the country.”

When Brenna stood her ground, Jude took the deep breath herself. “I don’t think it shows, not obviously. But I’m used to watching people, analyzing, and on top of it I think, really, that when you’re in love you’re more tuned to emotions. Something . . . I don’t know, ripples in the air when the two of you are in the same room. After a while I realized it wasn’t the usual affectionate animosity that friends and family sometimes have, but something more, well, elemental.”

Brenna waved a hand in dismissal. She’d hooked on to only one point. “It doesn’t show?”

“No, not unless you look really close. Now sit down.”

“All right, then.” She blew out a breath now as she sat, but she didn’t feel completely relieved. “If Darcy’d noticed, she’d have said something. She wouldn’t be able to resist needling at me about it. So if it’s just you and Shawn that know, I can manage that.”

“You’ve told him?”

“It seemed time I did.” Without much interest, Brenna spooned up soup. “I’ve been having these urges, so to speak, for a long time where he’s concerned. Thinking on it just recently, it seemed to me that if we just went to bed together a time or two I’d get it out of my system.”

Jude set down her own spoon with a clatter. “You asked him to go to bed with you?”

“I did, and you’d think I’d smashed him in the balls with my wrench. So that’s the end of that.”

Jude folded her hands, leaned forward. “I’m going to pry.”

Brenna’s lips twitched. “Oh, you haven’t started that yet?”

“Not nearly. What exactly did you say to him?”

“I said, plain enough, that I thought we should have sex. And what’s wrong with that?” she demanded, gesturing with her spoon. “You’d think a man would appreciate clear, honest speaking.”

“Hmmm” was all Jude could think of. “I take it Shawn didn’t appreciate it.”