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“You’re red as a lobster.” His brows slammed together. “You aren’t going to faint on me, are you?”
His handsome face took up her whole world. The strong jawline. The light blue eyes. The full mouth.
She felt shock rip through her. Holy shit. Greta was right…and so was Sophie. She didn’t know when it had happened, but she was in love with Linc.
“I need space.”
He dropped his hands and stepped back.
Bets O’Hanlon, you’ve done it but good.
She wasin love with Linc. She put a hand to her head, struggling with the sudden revelation.
All the signs had been there. Why else would she be so interested in who he’d been involved with? So happy to see him? So eager to hear what he’d say or plan next?
Donal must know.
Oh, God!Donal.
Linc’s soft touch on her arm seemed to burrow deep into her bones. She jolted again.
“Don’t you dare faint on me, Bets,” he said in a rumble. “Once you cool down, you’ll feel more like yourself.”
He was a moron. No, she wouldn’t.
She was in love with two men.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Linc Buchanan had delivered again.
“Say it one more time,” Kathleen told him over the speaker phone as she and Ellie stood in the Summercrest kitchen eating pizza. They were doing everything they could to make things feel normal after Owen’s appearance at her shed a couple days ago.
Kathleen had been glad for the new locks and cameras, she had to admit, especially since Declan had insisted so adamantly that Owen might still be a threat.
“Sophie Giombetti is on board,” he said, plenty of victory in his voice.
“Woo-hoo!” Ellie held up her hand for a high five. “I can’t believe it!”
“I can,” Kathleen said, giving it a happy smack. “Papa Buchanan could talk a lobster into walking on land.”
“Easier to catch that way,” he drawled.
“The center is on the map now for sure,” Ellie said. “Once word gets out, we’re going to have A-list artists clamoring for a spot here. Bets must be thrilled.”
“She is,” Linc said. “Made her a little light-headed. I thought she was going to faint.”
Kathleen topped up their glasses with the potent orange drink everyone loved in Ireland—MiWadi—which tasted like a cross between Orange Crush and Tang. Crazy good with pepperoni pizza. “I might have fainted too. I have a serious artist crush on Sophie Giombetti.”
“Me too! Oh, Daddy, this is the best news ever.”
“Sure is. Now we have a little more bait to lure the locals into cooperating. I might also have a line on someone to design the museum. Sophie suggested one of her friends, who was already on my list. I’m going to send Bets and Eoghan back with the plane and fly to Oslo to meet this guy. He’s finishing up a project there.”
“Bets isn’t going with you?” Ellie asked.
“She’s better off at home right now, I think. I can have her meet him later. We need to have the locals on board officially before we can make a formal offer anyway, although we made great progress at Declan’s fight the other night. Two more informally agreed to back the center, with hints that they want to be on the board, of course.”
“That’s more great news!” Ellie nudged her and she nudged her back.
