wolf would turn into a harmless animal, like a mouse or a rabbit. When the snarling and growling finally ceased, Ronan opened his eyes and in front of him was a beautiful golden wolf pelt, worth a fine bounty from the king. He carefully lifted it up and, to his surprise, an ugly toad jumped out. When the druid princess realized a magic acorn had been used to turn her into a toad, she hopped off into the woods, and Ronan headed for home, anxious to collect his bounty. And after that, there was always food on Ronan's table.'
Sean couldn't help but laugh at the tale's ending. 'That story doesn't even make sense. If Ronan was so smart, why didn't he just go home with the acorns and wish for something he really needed? And what did a princess need with magic acorns if she had a crown of emeralds? And if she had two acorns already, and Ronan had one, then she could have-'
'Aw, shut yer gob,' Brian said, giving him a shove. 'It's just a story. Who's gonna believe in magic acorns anyway?'
'It was a good story,' Liam said, his voice full of appreciation. He scrambled off the bed. 'And I know the moral. Never trust a woman, no matter how pretty she is. A Mighty Quinn can never fall in love.' He ran to the bedroom door, then turned back. 'Oh, yeah, and don't get too greedy when someone offers you really nice stuff.' He ran out, shouting to Conor that he was starving.
Brian stood and Sean followed his lead. He did feel a little bit better. To hell with Colleen Kiley. Brian could have her, and good riddance. Besides, she really wasn't even that pretty. She had squinty eyes and she wore too much makeup, and when she laughed, she sounded like a hyena.
'One more thing,' Brian said as they walked out of the bedroom.
'If you're going to ask if I'm taking Colleen Kiley to the dance you might as well say goodbye to your pretty teeth right now,' Sean said, '’cause I'm gonna knock them through the back of your head.'
Brian laughed. Then he held out his hand. 'I thought you might be able to use these.' He dropped three acorns into Sean's palm.
'What are these for?' Sean asked.
'I figured you could use them to turn Colleen Kiley into a toad. Or maybe a big old sewer rat.' Brian pulled three more out of his pocket. 'And if that's not enough, I've got three of my own to use.' He slipped his arm around Sean's shoulders. 'We Quinns gotta stick together, right?'
Sean smiled and nodded. No matter how much he fought with his brothers, he always knew he could depend on them. 'Yeah, I guess we do,' he murmured, shoving the acorns into his pocket.
Chapter 1
Sean Quinn sat slumped in the front seat of his battered Ford sedan. He'd found a parking space right down the street from the three-flat located in one of Cambridge's trendy neighborhoods, and he'd been watching the front door for almost two hours.
The case had come to him in a roundabout way, through a colleague he'd met while sitting in a bar one night. Bert Hinshaw was a hard-drinking, woman-chasing, sixty-year-old private investigator, a guy who had seen his share of crazy cases over the years. They had talked for hours, Sean learning from Bert's experience and Bert grateful to have someone to listen to his tales. A friendship developed and they now met regularly to chat-Bert doing most of the talking and Sean taking mental notes.
But health problems had slowed Bert down, and every now and then he threw a case Sean's way. Sean had been on this referral for nearly two weeks, hired by a wealthy woman who had been romanced, married, then bilked out of a fortune by Eddie 'The Cruiser' Perkins aka Edward Naughton Smyth aka Eddie the Weasel and about six or seven other aliases.
This case had been by far the most lucrative he'd ever taken, even better than the Intertel Bank case he'd had a few months ago. He was making some real money, a guaranteed rate of nearly four hundred dollars a day.
Eddie, a notorious con man and bigamist, had left a trail of broken hearts and empty bank accounts across the country. The FBI had been after him for years. A bail bondsman from Maryland had been on his tail since Eddie had jumped bail in Baltimore. But Sean had been the one to track him down when Eddie's seventh wife had heard that he was in the Boston area. She had hired Sean to find him and to turn him over to the FBI, so she might exact her own retribution at a trial.
Sean glanced at his watch. On Saturdays, Eddie usually didn't get out of bed before three in the afternoon. And last night had been a late one. He'd spent the evening with one of his five current lady friends, a wealthy divorcee with a Bentley and a pricey house in Back Bay. Sean had decided that the time was right to move in and had called the FBI. The agent in charge had assured Sean that he'd have two men to the flat within the hour.
'Come on, come on,' he murmured, staring out at the side-view mirror for a nondescript sedan.
It amazed him that a guy like Eddie could convince nine intelligent women from across the country to marry him and then entrust their money to him. He had to admire a guy that smooth. Not that Sean had any problems attracting women. He was a Quinn and there was something in the genes that made the Quinn brothers irresistible to the opposite sex. But, unlike his brothers, he'd never had an easy time talking to women. He just couldn't think of anything witty or charming to say, nothing to keep them amused-beyond his talents in the bedroom.
Things hadn't changed a whole lot since he was a kid. Brian was still the outgoing twin and Sean stood in the background-observing, evaluating. His brothers teased him that his aloofness was exactly what made him irresistible to women. The less interest he showed, the more fascinated they became.
But he knew what all those girls really wanted-great sex and a future he wasn't prepared to give them. He recognized their need to own him, to trap him into marriage, and he always made his escape before he got caught. Quinns weren't supposed to fall in love. And though that no longer applied to his five brothers, Sean had no intention of making the same mistakes they had.
A gray four-door sedan slowly cruised past his car and he sat up. 'It's about time,' he muttered.
He stepped out of the car and a few seconds later two agents, dressed in dark suits and sporting government- issue sunglasses, approached. 'You Quinn?' one of them asked. 'I'm Randolph. This is Atkins. FBI.'
'What took you so long? Did you have to stop for doughnuts?' Sean muttered.
'We were out catching some real bad guys,' Atkins said, his disdain apparent.
Sean held up his hands in mock surrender. 'If you're not interested, I can call the bail bondsman. He'll come up from Baltimore, they'll haul Eddie back there. Your Baltimore guys can have the collar.'
Sean knew the uneasy relationship between the Feds and bounty hunters. If they could make the arrest without too much bother, they preferred to take it rather than risk the embarrassment of being outwitted by amateurs. Either way, Sean was in for a nice finder's fee from the bail bondsman. He wasn't about to give that up.
'So what apartment is he in?' Atkins asked.
Sean gestured to the building. 'He's a creature of habit. On Saturdays, he leaves at precisely 3:00 p.m. Gets a cappuccino at the coffee shop down the street, buys the
'How long have you been watching this guy?'
'Two weeks,' Sean said, his gaze returning to the front door of the building. He watched the door open and couldn't help but smile when Eddie stepped out-right on schedule-dressed in a tailored sport coat and perfectly pressed trousers. Though he was in his mid-forties, Eddie made a point to stay in shape. He could easily pass for a man ten years younger. He carried a leather overnight bag, an ominous sign for a guy like Eddie. Was he preparing to run? 'That's him,' Sean murmured.
Atkins looked at his watch. 'Two fifty-five. I guess you don't know your guy as well as you thought you did.' He stepped into the street and Randolph followed. 'We'll take him. You stay here.'
'The hell I will,' Sean muttered. 'If he bolts, I want to be close enough to catch him.'
They were halfway across the street when Eddie saw them. Sean knew before the agents did that he was going to run. Sean could see it in that split second when their eyes met. It was that knowledge that gave him a jump on the agents. Before they could even shout, Sean took off after Eddie. He caught up to him halfway down the block, grabbing him around the waist and wrestling him to the ground.
By the time Randolph and Atkins reached them both, Sean had Eddie pinned, his hands twisted behind his back. Atkins cuffed Eddie, then yanked him to his feet. 'There are a whole bunch of ladies anxious to see you again,
