Page 50 of Beneath Pearly Irish Skies
Jamie strolled over, tucking his hands in the pockets of his brown trousers, much like Carrick did when he sauntered through his fields. “The new hair suits you, Megan.”
“Thank you, Jamie.”
The man jolted in place, turning green suddenly.
“Are you all right?” Megan asked.
He held up a hand, nodding, his mouth pursed. “Fine. I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind if Ollie came over tonight to help me with…”
She narrowed her eyes. He really didn’t look well. She thought he might faint. “With…”
He cleared his throat, tugging on his shirt collar. “With something I’m building for…Carrick and Angie’s wedding present!” The man looked visibly relieved.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Mr. Fitzgerald?” Ollie asked. “Hey, do you smell oranges? I used to smell them with Aunt Angie.”
Jamie gave a nervous laugh. “How about I take Ollie with me right now? I was going to pop by and see Carrick anyway. That way you can show Kade your new haircut.”
Kade? How had he guessed that she was hoping to see Kade tonight?
“Kade is going toloveyour new haircut, Mom.”
Ollie tugged on her sweater, and she bent over. He touched her hair lightly, his little fingers learning the new texture. Then he patted her on the back of her head, like she sometimes did to him, and they both laughed. Yes, she and her son had come a long way in a few months.
“Okay, let’s go see Carrick,” Ollie said, turning away. “Bye, Mom. See you later.”
“Don’t worry about the time,” Jamie said, clearing his throat again as Ollie took his hand. “We’ll see to his dinner and bedtime. Good luck, Megan.”
She still startled when the Irish used that phrase. They used it as a simple goodbye, but her American brain always registered it asyou’re gonna need some luck. Well, maybe she did.
She was about to ask Kade Donovan out on a date.
