Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Maybe he wasn’t the kind of guy who could handle the Finn fire. It didn’t mean he had to be alone, did it?
The loud beeping coming from his pocket had him standing, his mood instantly lifting. Gill caught his eye as if she’d heard the sound over the din, and he held up his phone up and shrugged sheepishly, making her grin.
“You’re an angel, Seamus Finn,” she called in a loud, clear voice. “Say hello to them from me.”
Maybe tomorrow he could ask her to join him and introduce her to his family.
He walked outside, the music and loud voices fading as he moved toward the back where the brewery was shut down for the night. He used the app Ken Tanaka had put on his phone so he could talk to the kids.
His son’s face appeared less than a minute later and Seamus felt a wave of love and homesickness roll through him. “Hey Jake.”
“Hey Dad.” He glanced behind Seamus and squinted. “Good, you’re outside. I’m attempting to disprove a hypothesis. Is it raining there? I can’t tell.”
“A hypo-what now?” He joked, glancing up at the clear, star-filled sky. “Actually it hasn’t rained all day. Has Gram got you watching the weather channel again? Tell her it’s not really a show.”
“We’re at Aunt Jen’s. Grandpa has a stomach bug and Gram doesn’t want us to catch it.”
Good call, Mom.
Five-year-old Wes got in front of Jake, blowing his white-blond bangs out of his eyes in frustration. He needed a haircut. “You should come back right away, Dad. Uncle Rory says it’s always raining because of the curse.”
Hell. Rory was there? “The what, son?”
But it was Wes’s twin Penny who peered over her brother’s shoulder and answered. “The curse, Daddy,” she yelled into the phone as if they were playing with a tin can on a string in the backyard. “The curse because of the fairies!”
Seamus thought he heard someone cackling in the background. Fucking Rory. “Could you put Uncle Rory on the phone, sweetheart?”
His youngest cousin’s voice came through loud and clear. “Rory isn’t available at the moment. Not because he’s afraid you’ll ban him from the bar for life or anything, but because he’s being chased by a baaaaansheeee!”
Penny screamed and giggled and Seamus saw Little Sean running past the camera after her, all smiles, before Jake angled the phone back to himself. “Where’s Aunt Jen, Jake? Uncle Declan? Please tell me there is an actual adult in that house right now.”
Jake was watching something off camera, smiling. “Rory’s an adult, Dad. Technically. I’m looking out.”
“Of course you are. I’m not seeing any blood and you still have all your limbs, so I suppose that’s something.”
“He’s an EMT. If we were bleeding, he could probably fix it.” He lowered his voice. “I dragged a mattress into my room and we’ve all been sleeping in there. Aunt Jen is fine with it.”
“Good man.” He cleared his throat, knowing Jake had no doubt done it for Wes, who wasn’t a big fan of sleeping by himself unless he was in his own bedroom, and Jen’s house was the size of a shopping center. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay?”
“Sure.”
“I love you, Jake.”
“Me too. Night.”
The phone went dark and Seamus slipped it into his pocket, wishing he were there to tuck his kids in instead of arguing with his brother and competing with some wealthy demi-god for Gill’s attention.
“Did she say fairies?”
The voice behind him nearly gave him a coronary.
“Shit.” Seamus turned to find Bellamy Demir leaning against the wall, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his slacks and that irritating smirk on his face. “I didn’t see you there.”
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry.
“My daughter,” he explained simply, surreptitiously glancing around for an escape route.
“She sounds adorable. And a lot like my mother. She sent a text warning me about standing in fairy rings before I got here.”
Seamus lowered his eyebrows suspiciously. He texted his model mother? That didn’t sound like the man he’d decided Demir had to be. “Huh.”
Nice, Seamus. He’ll think you can’t form a damn sentence.
Bellamy didn’t seem to notice. “Was it Owen or his husband I caught staring at me a few minutes ago? They both look a little rough around the edges, and they’ve had a lot to drink, but I was sure he was looking. Is he interested in adding a fourth for the evening?”
That was more like it.
“A fourth? That’s my brother and his new husband you’re talking about,” Seamus said stiffly, a clear warning in his voice. “They’re on their honeymoon, and trust me, two is their magic number.”
Seamus thought he saw relief flash in Bellamy’s eyes. “Owen is your brother? I’d guessed they were trying to lure you into a threesome, since you didn’t want to talk about them at lunch.”
Seamus’s mouth nearly fell open. What about him said he’d be down for a threesome?