Page 91 of The Irish Redemption

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

She kisses my cheek and darts from the car, jogging lightly to the motel entrance. I keep one eye on her as a call comes through from Saoirse.

“All set?” I ask.

“All set,” she replies. “Is it weird that I’m kinda nervous?”

“Not at all. We haven’t seen him in a few years.”

“He won’t even recognize us.”

“I know. But Brenden deserves to see him one last time.”

“True.” She sighs deeply. “I hate flying.”

“It’ll be over before you know it.”

“True. Okay, see you in a few hours.”

I remain in the car, mulling over my plans and waiting on Evie. Before long, she comes dancing out of the building with the biggest smile on her face that I’ve ever seen. When she reaches the car, she flops inside and wiggles in her seat.

“That is the most satisfying thing I have ever done,” she declares.

“Did he take it well?”

“Oh, not at all. I thought he was going to burst something in his fat face.” She laughs. “It was amazing. I hope he rots.”

“I can organize that?—”

“No!” She lightly smacks my arm. “Don’t you dare.”

“Okay, well, we have one more stop. We can’t get there until later tonight.”

“Another?” Evie whines slightly. “I’m tired. Where are we going?”

“Ireland.”

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EVELYN

“You look beautiful.”

Cormac lounges back in bed with the sheets pooled around his naked hips. His bare chest rises slowly as he breathes, and one arm rests tucked behind his head. Dark eyes follow me about the room as I apply some cream to my hands, and his words make me pause near the window.

“Really?” I tilt my hips to the side and look down at the silken nightgown. “In this?”

“It’s not the clothing that makes you beautiful,” Cormac says. “It’s you. Your presence. Your smile. Your warmth.”

“Are you trying to lure me into bed with sweet talk, Mister?”

“Maybe.” Cormac smirks softly. “It’s always good to rest before a long flight. It keeps the body relaxed.”

“What time do we fly out tomorrow?”

“Six a.m.”

“Gross.”

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