'You and Dad would know best about such matters. But-'
'But?'
'It seems to me that one of the handles we're looking to grip would be what we'll make out of the deal. In pounds, yes, but also in how this project of Magee's will enhance the pub.'
'That's a fact.'
'So the trick would be,' Shawn said after a contemplative sip of beer, 'how to gain information without giving so much of it in return.'
'Dad'll be working on that in New York.'
'Which doesn't stop us from working on it here.' As easy a mark as Aidan, Shawn fed Finn another crisp. 'What we have in our happy little family, Aidan, is the businessman'-Shawn tipped his beer toward his brother-'that would be you.'
'So it would.'
'And,' Shawn aimed a finger at the ceiling, 'upstairs we have two lovely women. One, gracious and charming, has a shyness of manner that masks, to those who don't look close enough, a clever brain. The other, flirtatious and beautiful, has a habit of wrapping men around her finger before they realize she has a steel spine.'
Aidan nodded slowly. 'Go on.'
'Then there's me, the brother who doesn't have a brain cell working in his head for business. The affable one, who pays no attention to money matters.'
'Well, you're an affable enough sort, Shawn, but you've as good a head for business as I do.'
'No, that I don't, but I've enough of one to get by. Enough of one to know it'll be you Finkle concentrates on.' He gestured absently toward Aidan with his beer as he thought it through. 'And while he's doing that, the rest of us can surround him and poke in, so to speak, in our own fashions. I think by the time the deed is done, we'll know what we need to know. Then you make your deal, Aidan. And Gallagher's will be the finest public house in the country, the place they speak of when they speak of Irish hospitality and music.'
Aidan sat back, his eyes dark and sober. 'Is that what you want, Shawn?'
'It's what you want.'
'That's not what I'm asking you.' Before Shawn could lift the bottle again, Aidan gripped his wrist, held it firm enough that Shawn cocked his head in question. 'Is it what you want?'
'Gallagher's is ours,' Shawn said simply. 'It should be the best.'
After a moment, Aidan released him, then restless, rose. 'I never figured you for staying.'
'Where would I go? Why would I?'
'I always thought there'd come a day when you'd figure out what you wanted from your music, then you'd go to get it.'
'I have what I want from my music.' As the crisps were no longer coming his way, Finn settled under the table at Shawn's feet. 'It pleasures me.'
'Why have you never tried to sell it? Why have you never taken yourself off to Dublin or London or New York to play in the pubs there so it can be heard?'
'It's not ready to sell.' It was an excuse, but all he had. The rest, at least, could be plain truth. 'And I've no yearning to go to Dublin or London or New York, Aidan, or anywhere to sing for supper. This is my place. It's where my heart is.'
He settled back, absently rubbing Finn's side with his foot. 'I've no wanderer's thirst inside me like you had, or like Darcy and Ma and Dad. I want to see what I know when I wake in the morning, and hear sounds I'm familiar with. It centers me, you see,' he went on while Aidan studied him, 'to know the names of the faces around me, and to be home no matter where I look.'
'You're the best of us,' Aidan said quietly and made Shawn laugh with both surprise and embarrassment.
'Well, now, there's a statement for the ages.'
'You are. You've the heart that draws in the land here, and the sea and the air and holds it with respect and with love. I couldn't do that until I'd gone off to see all I could see. And when I left, Shawn, I'm telling you I didn't think I'd be back. Not to stay.'
'But that's what you did, what you've done.'
'Because I came to realize what you've always known. This is our place in the world. By rights, if we went by heart instead of birth order, you'd head the pub.'
'And run it into the ground within a year. Thanks, but no.'
'You wouldn't, though. I haven't always given you the credit you deserve.'
Shawn turned the Harp over in his hand, eyed it thoughtfully, and sent the dog at his feet a wink. 'Just how many of these bottles did the man drink down before I got here, Finn, my lad?'
'I haven't been drinking. I want you to understand my feelings and thoughts before things change on us again. And they will change if we make this deal.'
'They'll change, but we'll be the ones guiding the direction of it.'
'It'll take more of your time.'
He'd thought of that, and what use he would make of the time it took. 'I've time to spare.'
'And Darcy's-she won't be pleased with that.'
'No.' Shawn let out a breath. 'But she'll be pleased enough with the baubles and trinkets she can buy with the profits. And she'll stand for Gallagher's, Aidan.' Shawn met his brother's eyes. 'You can give her credit for that.'
'At least till she bags that rich husband.'
'After she does, and she deigns to visit with those of us who remain peasants, you could still ask her to put on an apron and pick up a tray.'
'And have her bash me head in with it.' But Aidan nodded, understanding. 'Aye, she'd lend her hand if the need was there, I know it.'
'Don't take this weight all on yourself-the deal and the worry and the work of it,' Shawn told him. 'There's three of us-well, four now that we've our Jude Frances.
Gallagher's is family. We'll do well with this business, Aidan. I've a good feeling about it.'
'It's good you came by. I'm clearer in my head than I was.'
'Well, then, that should be worth one more beer before I-' Shawn broke off as he heard voices, light and female. 'Oh, blessed Mary, there's the women. I'm off. I'll use the back door.'
'Next time, I'll get you drunk and pry out what's got you so spooked over women.'
'If I don't figure out what to do about it in the next little while, I'll tell you.' With this, Shawn escaped out the back door.
CHAPTER Eight
The tune waltzing its way through Shawn's head put him in the best of moods. While the smoke from his pots and pans drifted up, and the oil he was heating began to sizzle, he let it play through, bar to bar, then a key change for a bit of drama. The words weren't clear to him yet, but they would come. It seemed to him a summer song, full of light. And the thinking of it, the listening to it inside his head, chased the winter gloom away.
The shared beer and conversation in Aidan's kitchen the day before had settled him down. Which was just where Shawn preferred to be.
At the moment he couldn't understand why he'd gotten so nervy about matters. Little Mary Kate was just going through one of those phases girls went through, and it would pass as quickly as it had reared up. He'd gone through phases himself, hadn't he? He could remember clearly mooning and sighing over pretty Colleen Brennan when he'd been about eighteen. Fortunately, he'd never worked up the courage to do anything but moon and sigh, as pretty Colleen Brennan had been two and twenty at the time and engaged to marry Tim Riley.
He'd gotten over it in a matter of weeks, then had sighed over another pretty face. That was the way of things, after all. Eventually, of course, he'd done more than sigh and had discovered the rare wonder of having a woman naked under him. And that was a fine thing.
Still, he took care whom he touched and how he touched, so that when the time was over each could walk