part to get her to hang around.”
“What the hell are you talking about, brother?” Kellan leaned forward and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Explain yourself.”
Danny cursed beneath his breath and shook his head. “Nan and Jordan think she’s just grand. They’re helping her dust out that shop. And Markus and his committee are determined to get her to buy it from Maeve.” He drew a ragged breath. “Perhaps you might want to make an effort on your end. I mean, it’s clear to me that you’re in love with her. I see the way you look at her. It’s the same way Riley looks at Nan and I look at Jordan. No use denying it, Kell.”
“So you and the rest of the town have my whole life planned out for me?”
“No,” Danny said. “Well, maybe a bit. But you’ve got to take it from here, mate.”
Kellan stood up and pressed his hands along the edge of the bar. “Why don’t you all just bugger off and leave me to my own life.”
“So you are in love with her, then,” Danny said.
A long silence grew between them. He wanted to admit that his brother was right, but Kellan had always expected that love would be a concrete concept, that he’d never have any doubts once he found it. He was in love with the Gelsey he knew, the woman who curled into his naked body at night, the woman who could merely glance his way and make him burn.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Danny said.
“So, what am I supposed to do about this? She might as well be a mermaid for all I really know about her.”
“And if she has some horrible past? Would that make a difference? Would it make you want to walk away?”
“No. As far as I’m concerned, we began the day I found her on the beach.” He paused, wondering if he ought to reveal more. “Or maybe we began years ago.”
“How is that?” Danny asked.
Kellan braced his elbows on the bar and leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Do you remember that day when we were lads and we found that box buried in the sand at Smuggler’s Cove?”
“Why are we whispering?” Danny whispered back.
“Remember the girl? The one who buried it?”
“There was a girl?”
“Yeah. She ran off and we chased her. I caught up with her and she kissed me. That was the first time I ever kissed a girl.”
“What does this have to do with Gelsey?”
“That was her,” Kellan said. “At least I think it was. I can picture that girl in my mind and Gelsey is just an older version.”
“Have you asked her about this?”
Kellan shook his head. “No. Because if it was her then this thing between us becomes something very different.” He scowled at Danny’s puzzled look. “Don’t you get it? It’s destiny.”
“Oh. Like Jordan and me. And Nan and Riley.” Danny glanced both ways, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He pried open the top to reveal a diamond ring. “I’m going to give it to her for Christmas,” he whispered.
Kellan stared at the ring. “It’s grand. She’s going to love it.”
“Get things settled with this girl,” Danny warned, “or you might lose her.”
Kellan pushed away from the bar and turned for the door. He’d like nothing more than to get things settled between them. But Kellan didn’t have a clue how Gelsey felt about a future together. She obviously planned to stay near Ballykirk, at least for a while. But did her plans include him? Somehow, Kellan knew it would be impossible to get a straight answer from her on that subject.
He jogged back to his car and got inside, then turned toward the cottage. There was one thing he had to check before continuing his search. As he drove up the hill, Kellan decided there was only one other place she might have gone-back to Winterhill.
She’d acted strangely distant when he’d stopped by the shop, been preoccupied with something other than business. And she was usually so happy to get out and socialize.
He pulled up in front of the cottage, then jumped out of the car, leaving it running. Throwing back the front door, Kellan called her name, but there was no answer. He headed directly for the bedroom, then opened the wardrobe and dug into the clothes inside.
He found the green dress exactly where he’d put it the night they met. It was still flecked with sand and bits of seaweed. Clutching the wrinkled fabric in his fists, Kellan chided himself for even considering the possibility. She wasn’t a mermaid and she wouldn’t leave him to return to the sea.
“Winterhill,” he murmured.
The sun was already sinking beneath the western horizon as he drove along the coast road, through Derreeny. On the far side of the village of Curryglass, he turned onto a narrow country lane and followed it as it wound between two dry stone walls.
The lights from the house were visible from the road. He swung the car into the driveway and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Fiat parked in front of the house. As he got out of the car, Kellan realized that he’d need an explanation for how he knew where she was. Though she’d mentioned Winterhill in her answers to his five questions, she hadn’t given him directions.
He strode up to the front door and grabbed the cast-iron knocker, but the door swung open before he could signal his presence. The gray-haired woman he and Danny had met earlier smiled warmly up at him as she wiped her hands on her apron. “Hello,” she said. “You’ve come back.”
“Yes,” Kellan said. “I-I’m here for Gelsey. I’m-her friend.”
An eyebrow rose slightly and she regarded him with a suspicious eye. “You’re Kellan.”
He nodded. “Yes, I am. She’s mentioned me?”
“Once or twice, in passing.” She held out her hand. “I’m Caroline. I’m the housekeeper. We’ve met before. You were the young man with the camera, the other day.”
“I was. She’s here?”
“She is. But I’m afraid she’s sleeping. She stopped by to pick up some old Christmas decorations for the shop and when I went upstairs to check on her, she was curled up on her bed, sound asleep.”
“May I go up and see her?” Kellan asked.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. You two haven’t been arguing, have you?”
Kellan shook his head. “No. Everything is fine. She’s just been working very hard lately and I’m a wee bit worried.”
Caroline stepped aside and allowed him to pass. “Top of the stairs, second door on the left.”
He took the stairs two at a time and found her room. The door was ajar and he silently pushed it open. Gelsey was curled up on the bed, still in her shoes and socks and the clothes she’d been wearing at the shop. Kellan carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, but she didn’t stir.
Holding his breath, he pulled the down-filled duvet up from the foot of the bed and stretched out beside her. Kellan watched her sleep for a long time, wondering at the life she’d lived before him. From what he knew of it, it hadn’t been particularly happy.
He could give her more than what she’d had. He could make her happy. Unable to help himself, Kellan leaned forward and touched his lips to hers. The contact startled her and she opened her eyes, staring at him incomprehensibly. “Hello,” he murmured.
Gelsey frowned, pinching her eyes shut and then opening them again. “Is it you?”
“Yes,” Kellan said.
“What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“I followed you here the other day. I guess I got a little impatient and couldn’t help myself. Does it make a difference?”
“No,” she said softly.
“Can I stay here with you tonight?”
She nodded then reached out and touched his face. “I don’t want to fall in love with you. But sometimes you
