The last place Colleen wanted to be was back in her office. She was pretty sure everyone had heard the verdict and social media had probably made the kiss picture go viral. Right now she wanted to go home and forget she was a lawyer. A glass of wine and Netflix would be on her agenda. Unless Fi and Meg were available. She steeled herself before she walked in the front door. If her firm had made her the sacrificial lamb, would they admit it? She doubted it. There must have been a plan in place or had Tony Tocci acted on his own? Ledger, Chart, and Hier occupied three floors in a building on Chestnut Street, not far from all of the courthouses that they might have trials taking place. The warmth of the day didn't reach Colleen's soul as she stood outside the building. She might as well get this over with. She yanked open the door, waved at the security guard, then punched the elevator button for the fifth floor. When the doors opened on her firm's office, she strode out as if she own
Fiona arrived at Colleen's apartment with ice cream and wine. Colleen hugged her friend tightly. Having no family, friends were important to her. Fiona returned the hug. "Since Meg is still on her honeymoon, I'll try to be twice as good a best friend." Colleen laughed as she closed the door behind her. She followed Fiona out to the balcony of her penthouse. Fiona took in a breath. "You have the best view of all of us."Colleen's apartment overlooked the Delaware River. She faced New Jersey, but she could live with that. The sight of sailboats and duck boats going by in the summer made it all worthwhile. Fiona flopped into a lounge chair."I'll get some spoons," Colleen said. She retrieved two spoons and two wine glasses from her state of the art kitchen. Her bare feet padded across the bamboo floor and back out onto the expansive balcony.She handed Colleen a pint of rocky road ice cream. "Thanks, Colleen," Fiona said."I forgot the corkscrew," Colleen said. "Screw top."Colleen
Donal's still-cursed brothers continued to perch on a shelf above a church outside of Leenane, County Galway. Meg and Donal had been by to see them days before and they couldn't be happier for their brother.But. They were still made of stone. Sean lamented it every day. Seeing Donal in human form had just reminded him of their fates. It hurt a little, but he recognized that his brother was in love and nothing bad was going to happen to him. That didn't mean the two remaining brothers would have such luck. At least they'd been granted the gift of being able to talk to each other telepathically."I can feel your thoughts over here," Declan said. They looked out onto the Atlantic Ocean and the Wild Atlantic Way. Buses and cars passed, but no one stopped. Sheep ate the grass that grew around the crumbling walls of the stone church. The landscape had shifted with the times, but it was still green on their side of the road and sandy near the shore. Sean had lost count of how many years
Sean could see the car that parked on the side of the road. He wasn't optimistic, because a lot of people stopped to take a picture of the ocean here. Only Meg, his brother's new American wife, had ever walked across the road to see them. The day wasn't sunny, but that wasn't surprising. There were always clouds in the sky on the west coast of Ireland. County Galway from what Sean had gathered from hearing people talk on the beach. The world had moved on since they'd been sitting here in stone. He'd seen humans populate where fairies had once lived. He'd seen the sky rain for days on end than when it stopped a rainbow appeared on the horizon. The sea had stayed the same gray. Ships had once traveled these seas. Now it wasn't common to see one, but airplanes now dotted the skies going to who knew where. Sean had spent the time staring out into a view that was once beautiful, but now mundane. Where gargoyles had learned their fighting skills, sheep now chewed on the grass. Did anyone s
Colleen had just encountered a tour bus on the Wild Atlantic Way and she sat in the car on the side of the road, her heart beating rapidly. Her instinct had been to go right, but here in Ireland, you went left. She had to think about that every time. At least on the highway, it was difficult to go the wrong way. Of course, the bus was wide and didn't slow down because the driver probably knew exactly how wide the road was. Colleen put a hand on her chest to slow her rapidly beating heart.A light mist had started. Dark gray clouds rolled past her. The wind had also picked up. Meg had mentioned that she'd encountered all sorts of weather in a short period of time. The sun might come out again, but for now, Colleen would drive in the rain. Her phone ringing made her jump. She looked around for a parking lot. She couldn't handle driving on the other side of the road and talking on the phone. She didn't see anything, but a stone covered pull off. She parked the car there and looked at t
Colleen didn't relish getting back on the plane before she saw more of Ireland, but she'd agreed. She still couldn't understand why someone had asked for her specifically. Why would anyone want her to defend them? She'd crashed and burned. And the video of it went viral.She decided to drive to the church. The gargoyles had seemed like good listeners. What else did they have to do? As much as she loved the ocean, she didn't think she could stare at it for a long time. Even if she had no choice in the matter.She parked by the beach. Walking across the road to the church, her hair blew around her face. She fastened it back in a band, but some of the unruly curls slipped out. The two gargoyles were there. Where would they go? Did she expect them to come alive and fly away?Wouldn't that be a sight? The size of large stone monkeys, their grotesque faces were not friendly, but they didn't scare her. No, she felt a strange, welcoming comfort from them. And, oddly enough, she'd been more at
Sean didn't think naked would work, but where was he going to find some clothing? His wings wanted to come out as much as he wanted them to, but as large as her bedroom was, he'd still break something. Wandering out onto an open area outside of her bedroom, he sniffed the air. Too many scents and too many lights. He'd never seen a place so lit up in the middle of the night. Of course, there had only been torches when he'd been alive. Now moving cars had lights. Everything had lights. "Sean?"Sean spun around, but the voice had been in his head. He let his wings loose just for a moment so they could stretch. "Donal?""Aye. You're alive.""Aye," Sean said. "I need clothing."Donal chuckled. "I wore pink sweatpants with the word juicy on the back of them.""I don't think that is going to work.""You've found your fairy?""Aye, deartháir." Sean was happy to make contact with his brother. If they kept talking he could find him. "You are in this city with all of the lights and scents and n
The little Collen did know of him might mean, he truly may not have committed the murder, but he most likely ordered it. He was known as a hothead in some circles so maybe he let his temper get the best of him. She dressed then rode a SEPTA bus to work. Pausing before the door to her law firm, she steeled herself for what may come. Since she cut her vacation short, this better be a good case in the sense that it should work in her favor. Help her get back into the good graces of the partners. She didn't relish being back nor did she truly want to defend this person. This could too easily be another setup.Otherwise, it would be a waste of time. What she hadn't asked, but would today, is why O'Shannon didn't use his father's lawyers. Something was fishy. She was going to determine what it was before she agreed to anything. If this was a no-go she'd head back to Ireland. Yanking open the door to the building where her law firm occupied the whole fifth floor, she almost ran into a
Declan banged on Colleen's door, knowing full well that Fiona wasn't there. He figured if she was with her friends, he could check out Brent a little more. Then he felt some distress from her, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was there, some kind of link, even if she said she hated him. Yes, something was wrong. His phone was dead so he couldn't locate her that way. Damned new technology. No, this was different."The feckin' goblin is blocking me."He didn't know how, but he knew it was Brent. Something more than a gut feeling overtook him. Why hadn't listened to the lessons he'd been supposed to learn? Declan banged on the door again then tried the knob. It opened in his hand. He looked up to see Colleen on the other side. "Where is she?"He stormed into the apartment, feeling like a caged animal. He could feel that Fiona was in some kind of distress, but he couldn't tell what. "She left us. She ran out and I assume she went home, but she didn't pick up when we called,"
Declan wouldn't own Fiona. No man ever would. Which made her mind turn to Declan and it still made her mad that he thought some fancy story would get her into bed. Couldn't a guy just like her for who she was first? Men were poopyheads.Fiona pushed open the door. She found Colleen on the other side, a wine bottle half uncorked in her hand. "Hey."They hugged. Fiona felt relief wash over her. Meg yelled from the balcony. "Hey, Fi."Snacks were arranged on a low table between three lounge chairs. "Go out. I'll be there as soon as I wrestle this wine bottle."Fiona hugged Meg tightly, then plopped onto one of the chairs. "How's the job hunt going?" Meg asked. Fiona shrugged. "Not great, but I have a few weeks before I have to worry." She paused, not sure why she was reticent to tell them about Brent. "I had dinner with this guy.""A date?" Colleen said, walking out with the bottle and three glasses in her hands. "Nah. He wants to sponsor me and my art."A smile broke out onto Meg's f
The goblin was trying to distract Declan. "I want you to leave Fiona alone. Don't contact her. Don't talk to her."Brent laughed then sipped some of his drink. "You know that I can kill you right now."The goblin could and it was arrogance and maybe youthful exuberance that had brought Declan to his door. He began to back away, closer to the door. "Then it won't be as fulfilling for you if you can't kill her in front of me.""I could live with that."Declan had underestimated his opponent. A rookie mistake for sure. Brent had been right about his inexperience. He'd made a tactical error and now not only was Declan going to die, but Fiona would, too, without having any idea why. His brothers might never know what happened to him since he'd never told them who the goblin was. Feck.Without a glance backward, Declan hurried to the balcony, unfurling his wings as he went. A rush of air almost enveloped him, but he was out of range fast enough. The surge of energy bypassed him as he flew a
Fiona held her breath. Why did his opinion matter? She'd just met him, but he had seemed concerned about her from the beginning. Genuinely. Not that fake concern to get into her bed. She picked up her wine glass again to have something to hold."I see. Did you at least meet him in a public place?"She responded with a tilt of her head. "I'm a single girl living in the city. I'm not stupid."He picked up his wine glass and leaned back. Staring at her over the glass, he sipped. "The one I warned you against.""Yes. You're not my keeper, Declan. I can do what I want.""Even if it puts you in danger?"She rolled her eyes at him then let out a breath. "Declan. You're so dramatic. He's a nice man who just likes art." And maybe me a little bit, but Brent would get past that. "You aren't my brother or a boyfriend. You have no say."He nodded then sipped. After putting down the wine glass, he placed his hands on the counter. "I have something I need to tell you.""You aren't going to give me a
Brent leaned back in his chair, his gray eyes looking as if they were memorizing her features. "Business first.""Business, Brent. I don't mix that with anything else. I'm a serious artist and if you're serious about your offer, I want to know exactly what it is."He snagged his wine glass then swirled it in his hand. A wry grin creased his face. "I like you, Fiona. You know what you want.""I do and if you aren't my means to that then I need to move on and not waste either of our times."She glanced out the window again. They sat at a table for two and the streetlights were below them, illuminating the sidewalk. Fiona didn't notice anyone lingering. The building across the street was dark, but she couldn't see on the roof. When had she become paranoid?"Pragmatic as well as beautiful.""Seriously Brent. This isn't a date. You don't need to flatter me. You know I have no job and you have the upper hand. Let's get to what we need to discuss."He chuckled as he put down his wine glass. "
She'd only ever done art for Damien. Her stuff never left her apartment. She looked around her bedroom to make sure none had left on its own. Silly as that idea was, she couldn't figure out how he would know what was hers and what was Damien's. "I've been around the art world for a few years. I know what goes on. Even if it has Damien's signature on it, I know it isn't always his. The colors you use are more vibrant than most of his paintings. I've been drawn to them and finally figured out that was the difference. You keep to his style, but his colors are more muted. As are those other assistants he has."Okay. So he knew what went on with artists. Fiona wasn't going to confirm or deny anything, but then she remembered Damien had fired her. That let her out of her contract. He'd broken it not her. "Okay. I'll admit that we often battled over color."Brent let out a guffaw. "I've known Damien for a few years. I think battled is a good word.""You know Damien?"Was this a setup? "Yes.
Declan's heart was beating fast. Not because of the exertion, but because of holding his fairy in his arms. He didn't want to feel this way. He should be detached, but Fiona had already gotten under his skin. As if she belonged to him. He unlocked the front door of her apartment building then carried her up the steps. She was singing the whole time. Hopefully, no one was sleeping.He put her down to unlock her apartment door. She fell against him, but he was able to get her into the apartment and lock the door behind them. He looked around having been too busy looking at Fiona when he'd picked her up the other night. He dropped the keys on a table then picked her up again. "Declan, you're carrying me to bed?""Just to sleep."Not that he wouldn't want to be with her. She was a beautiful woman. He'd never get tired of looking at her. He set her down on the bed, then went to work on her shoes. She leaned down and grabbed his hair. "I'm up here, buddy.""Fiona, let go of my hair."She d
Damien must know about her conversation last night. She could lie and blame it on Declan, but she didn't. "Oh?""I know that you were checking out possible sponsors last night."Had she been set up? Had the man who approached her told Damien for some reason? Did her potential sponsor want her to be in a crappy position to negotiate? "I spoke to one man about making some art for him. Nothing was agreed upon."He smacked his hand on the desk, making her jump. "You know you can't create art for anyone else while you are under contract with me.""That contract will be up this year. There is nothing in it that says I can't lay the groundwork for that now."She'd read it again last night just to cover her butt. Damien shook his head. "I think you think that you are better than you are, Fiona. On your own? Mediocre. Maybe slightly better with my tutelage."God, he was arrogant. What had she seen in him? She remained silent, letting him get out whatever he wanted to say so she could go back to
The nerve of him! was all Fiona could think as she scoped out the ballroom. There were only fifteen minutes left in the cocktail hour and then people would populate the tables. If she made contact with the person here, would it get back to Damien? This was a public place as Declan suggested. Feeling angry and petulant, Fiona wanted to leave Declan in the dust. Were he just some guy she might. Too bad he was the brother of her best friends' significant others. Get-togethers would be awkward. She roamed around the ballroom, deciding that settling at the bar might help her chances of someone talking to her. This was different than just picking up a guy. She could do that without breaking a sweat. No, this was business and important to the rest of her career. Hopefully, she wouldn't say something stupid.Fiona stopped at the bar and ordered a soda. "Make that two," Declan said next to her. "I never said you didn't have talent, Fiona."He hadn't. She'd read into his words and come up wit