“That’ll get you by.” She gave Jack’s shoulder a friendly pat. “You and me, we’ll leave the cooking for the likes of Shawn here. Aidan, will you be needing me at all this weekend for working the pub?”

“I could use your hands on Saturday night if you can fit it in. The band we’ve booked is a popular one, and your Mary Kate let us know there’s a tour group coming into the cliff hotel for Saturday as well. I’m thinking some of them will wander into Gallagher’s.”

“I’ll come at six, then.” She drained her glass, slid off the stool. “Will you be stopping in the pub here on Saturday, Jack?”

“I will, yes. I like the band.”

“I’ll see you then.” She glanced back, noted her father was deep into talk with his friends. An hour more, she calculated, then called to him, “I’m for home, Dad. I’ll tell Ma you’ll be along by and by. Darcy, you see that the man’s up and out within the hour now, won’t you?”

“I’ll show him the door.” Darcy carted a tray full of empties to the bar. “I’ve a date Tuesday next with a Dubliner who passed through here. He’s taking me into Waterford City for dinner. Why don’t you get yourself a man and come along?”

“I might do that.”

“Better, I’ll ask the Dubliner to bring a friend.”

“All right.” Brenna didn’t have any interest in having dinner in Waterford with strangers, but it was so satisfying to plan it with Shawn listening. “I’ll just stay with you after, as I expect we’ll get in late.”

“He’s picking me up at six, prompt,” Darcy called out as Brenna started to the door. “So be here on time and looking like a female.”

Jack sighed into his beer when Brenna strode out. “She smells of sawdust,” he said more to himself than otherwise. “It’s very pleasant.”

“What are you doing sniffing at her?” Shawn demanded. Jack just blinked at him.

“What?”

“I’ll be back in a minute.” He shoved up the passthrough on the bar, let it fall with a bang that had Aidan cursing him, then rushed through the door after Brenna.

“Wait a minute. Mary Brenna? Just a damn minute.”

She paused by the door of her truck, and for one of the first times in her life felt the warm glow of pure female satisfaction stream through her. A fine feeling, she decided. A fine feeling altogether.

Schooling her face to show mild interest, she turned. “Is there a problem, then?”

“Yes, there’s a problem. What are you doing flirting with Jack Brennan that way?”

She let her eyebrows rise up under the bill of her cap. “And what business might that be of yours, I’d like to know?”

“A matter of days ago you’re asking me to make love with you, and I turn around and you’re cozying up to Jack and making plans to have dinner with some Dubliner.”

She waited one beat, then two. “And?”