Then her eyes sharpened, latched on to Shawn’s. “Is he bringing in his own crews or hiring local for this?”

“I wouldn’t know about it.”

“Well, he should hire local. That’s how it should be. You want to build in Ireland, then you use Irish hands. You build in Ardmore, you hire from the village and Old Parish. Dad and I could use a piece of this.”

“Where are you going?” Shawn demanded when she got up.

“To talk to Mr. Finkle.”

“Wait, wait. God, woman, you never let a fly land on your nose, do you? Now’s not the time.”

“Why isn’t it if I want to get in on the ground floor of it?”

“Let Aidan set the deal first.” He caught her hand. “It’s still in delicate stages. Once we have it as we want it, then you can move on into who should have the building of it.”

She hated to wait, hated that she saw the sense of what Shawn was saying. “I need to know the minute the deal’s done, then.”

“That I can promise.”

“I’ll show you how it should be.” She pulled a pencil out of her pocket and would have sketched right on the wall if he hadn’t grabbed her and shoved a pad of paper under her nose. “This is your north wall. You open that up, an oversized doorway.” She drew quickly, all lines and angles. “And you put a breezeway sort of thing here, for people to move from the pub to the theater and back again. You keep it as much the same as the pub as you can, the same wood, the same flooring, so you have a— what is it—a symmetry that leads to the lobby part. Better if the breezeway fans out, spreads as it goes so that the lobby becomes part of the pub, as on the other way, the pub would become part of the lobby.”

She nodded, glanced up. And narrowed her eyes. “And what might you be grinning at?”

“It’s just such an education watching you work.”

“If I have my way, you’ll be watching me work for months down the line, and Dad can slip into the pub daily for his lunch and pint. I’ve got to get on.”

“Can you take an hour later?” He caught her hand before she could turn to go.

“I suppose I could. It shouldn’t take longer than that for me to get your clothes off and finish with you.”

“I had something else in mind. As for the other, I don’t want timetables and deadlines.” He brought her hand to his lips, rubbed them over her knuckles. “Have a walk with me on the beach.”

It was so like him, she thought. An hour on a winter’s beach with the sea and the wind. “Come and fetch me at Jude’s. If you manage the time, so will I.”

“Then come on and kiss me good-bye.”

Willing to oblige, she rose to her toes, leaned in, and had just touched her lips to his when the door swung open.