Page 66 of An Irish Kiss
Aisling’s brow creased.“But what about the castle and the Quinns?How on earth can you manage that?”
Saying “we’re trusting God'” felt a little weak right now, a little flimsy.Even if it was true.“I don’t know.But I’m trusting that if it’s of God, then He can open the right doors and close the wrong ones.”
“Even with the hoo-ha over the castle ruins?”
“Even with that.”
“Well, I hope you know what you’re in for.”Aisling sighed.“Just don’t go doing any Romeo and Juliet stuff on us, please.”
“Fine.”
Aisling half smiled.“You really felt the insta-love?”
“I really did,” she confessed.
“Wow.”
Wow.That was all she could say about this situation, too.
* * *
“Good morning.”
Aidan glanced up from his plate of bacon and eggs to see Aisling smirk at him.“So I guess you know.”
“Know what?”she challenged.
Two could play at this game.“Nothing.”
“Rude.”
“But fair,” he countered.
She stared at him a moment then laughed.
Okay.Laughter was a thousand percent better than her ripping into him as she had last night.But he’d much prefer to have someone else to do the bantering and laughing with.“Is Rory awake yet?”
“I think you wore her out.”
“Hmm.So why aren’t you out there on the desk?”
“Trying to get rid of me, are you?”
“No.I always love our chit-chats.”
“Oh my gosh, did you say chit-chats?”
“I said chit-chats.”
“Then I can see why she likes you.”
He raised his eyebrows.“Because of chit-chats?”
“Because of, oh, everything.Ah well.”
“Ah well, what?”he asked suspicious.
“I guess you can call me Ash.”
