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The Gallaghers of Ardmore Trilogy

The Gallaghers of Ardmore Trilogy

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Autoren: Nora Roberts
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didn’t want to sleep with you?”
    “I’ve never known a man who wouldn’t pull down his zipper at the least provocation. It’s the way they’re made, so you can’t blame them.”
    “But there would be some, under certain circumstances, who just wouldn’t find a particular woman attractive in that way.”
    “I suppose there are exceptions to every rule. But you’ve not to worry.” She gave Brenna a supportive pat on the shoulder. “Daniel finds you very attractive. I’m sure he’d be glad to sleep with you if you wanted.”
    Heaving a breath, Brenna dropped the lipstick back in her bag. “Well, then, what a relief.”
     
     
    She had a wonderful time. The best time she’d ever had in her life. A civilized meal in a civilized place with civilized people.
    She’d been bored half to death but wasn’t ready to admit it.
    With that block in place, she’d given Daniel her number and promised herself she’d go out with him again should he ring her to ask. He’d been polite and amusing, she reminded herself as she drove home from the pub, where she’d been let off after the date. He’d pretended to be interested in her work and had actually made the effort to find something they had in common. Which had turned out to be old American films, the noir type.
    He had an extensive collection of them on video and had made casual mention of her coming up to Dublin, where they could have their own little film festival.
    It might be something she’d enjoy. Just as she’d enjoyed the good-night kiss. He hadn’t been overly familiar with it, he hadn’t let his hands roam where they shouldn’t so early in an acquaintance.
    A perfectly nice individual.
    And damn Shawn Gallagher for ruining her palate for the taste of another man.
    She slowed, then stopped as she came to his cottage, letting her lorry idle on the road while the fragile fog swam around it.
    Oh, he was in there, all right, the snake in the grass. See there, the parlor light was on. He was likely playing at his music. If he’d had a window open, it would have drifted out into the night so she could hear it.
    She wished she could.
    Because knowing that made her feel soft, she deepened her scowl. She was tempted, sorely, to whip the truck into his street, march right in the door to give him a piece of her mind and the back of her hand.
    But that would put too much importance on his earlier behavior. She’d rather shun him. The bastard.
    What kind of man was it who could kiss you one night as if he’d happily spend eternity with his lips on yours, then behave like a furious father the next?
    Wash her face indeed.
    She sniffed, started to turn back in the seat to take the wheel when the movement in the upper window stopped her. For a moment she was terrified, mortified, that Shawn was there, looking out while she stared at his cottage.
    But the embarrassed flush never had the chance to heat her cheeks as she saw the figure of a woman and the shine of pale hair in the delicate moonlight.
    So now Brenna sighed, and rolling down her window, crossed her arms there and rested her chin on them.
    How many nights, she wondered, had poor Lady Gwen stood there in that window, alone and lonely and heartbroken? All because of a man.
    “Why do we bother with them, Gwen? Why do we let them get into our heads this way? When you push all the rest aside, they’re so bloody irritating.”
    His heart’s in his song. Brenna heard the words as if they were whispered directly into her ear. And so are you. Listen.
    She squeezed her eyes tight, as something frightening was trying to swell and shift in her head. “No, no, I’m done with that, and with him. I’m not giving more of my thoughts and more of my time to Shawn. He’s had enough of them, and for too long already.”
    Almost violently, she shoved the truck back into gear and drove home.
     
     
    He knew she was working alone because he’d checked. Mick O’Toole was seeing to some business up at the cliff hotel, and Jude was running some errands.
    He could hear her banging away at something as he climbed the steps. Which meant, he realized, the woman was armed. It was a risk he’d have to take.
    He’d spent most of the night thinking the situation over—which was becoming too much of a habit and costing him a great deal of sleep. He’d come to the conclusion that Jude was right. It was time to move one way or the other. He imagined the conversation to come would determine which direction he

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