“Stay away from Maggie,” Ryan retorted, unable to keep a fiercely possessive note out of his voice. He swore to himself that he was only thinking of Maggie’s heart, not his own.
Rory grinned. “So, that’s the way of it? Father Francis will be pleased to know that his clever machinations have worked at last. Can it be that our Ryan has finally found a woman who can hold his interest beyond a one-night stand?”
Ryan scowled at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. I barely know the woman.”
“Has there ever been an Irishman born who doesn’t believe that a lightning bolt can strike at any time? Love doesn’t always require years of nurturing to blossom, you know.”
“Thanks for the unsolicited lesson,” Ryan said dryly.
“I have much more wisdom I could impart,” Rory claimed cheerfully. “But why should I waste it on a man who’s determined to go through life alone?”
“You know, if you don’t learn to watch your tongue, I could fire you.”
“But you won’t,” Rory said confidently. “Who would cook your authentic Irish cuisine?”
“Maybe I’ll change the menu,” Ryan said, thinking of the newest addition to his staff.
“Not bloody likely,” Rory said.
“I don’t know. I’ve got someone coming by tomorrow. Father Francis thinks she’ll do rather well.”
Rory frowned. “Another cook?”
“Yes.”
“And would this be the angelic Maggie, by any chance?” Rory inquired hopefully.
“Absolutely not.”
“Is she from Ireland, at least?”
“No.”
“Well, there you go. How good can she be?”
“I’ve heard only raves,” Ryan said honestly. “She’s supposed to be excellent, so of course I hired her sight unseen.”
“She’s not coming for an interview? You’ve already hired a woman you’ve never even met for my kitchen?” Rory demanded, clearly horrified. “I can’t have some stranger—and a woman at that—underfoot all day.”
“Why not? Will she be a distraction? Surely you can rise above your need to make a play for anything wearing skirts, especially since this one’s married. And just in case you’re tempted, you should know that her husband will be working in front.” He gave Rory a steady look. “I don’t think it will be a problem, do you? There are some lines not even you will cross.”
Rory groaned. “These are more of Father Francis’s strays, aren’t they? I suppose we will find them at the shelter today, am I right?”
Ryan saw little point in denying it. He nodded. He considered telling Rory the rest, that his new helper barely spoke English and prepared only Mexican dishes, but decided his friend had had enough of a shock for the moment. Instead, he simply reminded him that there was a replacement waiting in the wings. “So, let that be a warning to keep a civil tongue in your head. And when you meet her today, be nice.”
“When am I not kind to everyone who works at the pub?” Rory demanded indignantly.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “You don’t want me to answer that, do you?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll be nice.” He regarded Ryan curiously. “Are you going to be seeing Maggie again?”
“She says she’s going to bring her family to help out at the shelter today,” he admitted ruefully.
“Well now, isn’t that splendid? Father Francis will have yet another blessing to count on Thanksgiving.”
“Go to hell, Rory.”
To Ryan’s disgust, the big man merely laughed. As far as Ryan could see, this was not a laughing matter. He was apparently surrounded by matchmakers who were going to take a great deal of delight in seeing him squirm. And they’d both handpicked Maggie for the task of accomplishing it, quite possibly because they’d both seen what he hadn’t been willing to admit—that he was attracted to her.
The noise level in the O’Brien dining room was at an all-time high, with squealing toddlers scrambling for Maggie’s attention and her brothers fighting for the biggest share of her mother’s pancakes. It was all music to her ears, even if she couldn’t seem to get a word in edgewise.
When her third attempt to interrupt the nonstop bickering fell on deaf ears, Maggie sent a beseeching look toward her mother.
“Enough!” Nell O’Brien said without even raising her voice to be heard above the din. It was her quiet, emphatic tone that caused even the littlest grandchild to fall silent. The skill had to be something she’d acquired in the classroom to control unruly college students. Clearly satisfied by the effect, she said mildly, “I think Maggie has something she’d like to say.”
“Since when does Maggie require your intervention?” Matthew asked. “Speak up, sis. You’ve never been shy about telling us to shut up before.”
“You’ve never been this noisy before, and I’m out of practice,” she retorted. “Okay, here’s the deal. I more or less promised that we’d spend this morning helping at a homeless shelter in the city.”
“Promised who?” Matthew demanded with more curiosity than resentment.
“Must be that handsome man who brought her home last night,” her sister Colleen said with a smug expression. “Mom says after meeting him last night, her heart was still all aflutter this morning. I’m sorry I missed him. Count me in, Maggie. I want to get a look at any guy who can make Mom swoon.”
“There’s definitely a man involved?” their oldest brother, John, asked. “Then we all go, am I right? We can’t have a stranger breaking our Maggie’s heart.”
“This has nothing to do with anyone breaking my heart,” Maggie said. “It’s about helping those less fortunate on Thanksgiving.”
“That may be your reason for going,” John conceded. “Mine’s less pure.”
“Mine, too,” Colleen said. “My heart hasn’t gone pitter-pat over a man in ages.”
“Thanks a lot,” her husband said, frowning at her.
Colleen grinned at him. “I meant for a man other than you, of course.”
Daniel leaned over and planted a noisy kiss on her lips. “That’s better, love.”
“What’s this about a handsome man?” Katie, the youngest O’Brien, inquired as she returned from the kitchen with a glass of orange juice. “Where? Can I meet him?”
“He’s entirely too old for you,” Maggie said.
“That’s the truth,”
