Free Shadow Spell: Book Two of the Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy by Nora Roberts Page A

land on Connor’s gloved arm.
    “Did you have an adventure then? Sure you gave the boy a day he’ll not be forgetting.” He waited where he was until Meara rounded the bend.
    Long, sure strides—a man had to admire a woman with long legs that moved with such steady confidence. He sent her a grin.
    “And there she is. How’d the boy do?”
    “He’s mad in love with Roibeard, and expressed great affection for Spud, who gave him a good, steady ride. I had to stop once and give the sister a go at it or there’d have been a brutal sibling battle. She enjoyed it quite a lot, but not like the boy. And we won’t be charging them for the few minutes of her go.”
    “We won’t, no.” He took her hand, swung it as they walked, kissed her knuckles lightly before letting it go. “Thanks.”
    “You’ll thank me for more, as the mister gave me a hundred extra.”
    “A hundred? Extra?”
    “That he did, as he judged me the honest sort and asked if I’d give half to you. Naturally, I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted. And naturally, I didn’t want to be rude and refuse again.”
    “Naturally,” Connor said with a grin, then wiggled his fingers at her.
    She pulled euros from her pocket, counted them out.
    “Well now, what should we do with this unexpected windfall? What do you say to a pint?”
    “I say on occasion you have a fine idea. Should we round up the rest of us?” she wondered.
    “We could. You text Branna, and I’ll text Boyle. We’ll see if we have any takers. It’d do Branna good to get out for an evening.”
    “I know it. Why don’t you text her?”
    “It’s easier to say no to a brother than a friend.” He met Roibeard’s eyes, walked in silence a moment. And the hawk lifted off, rose up, winged away.
    As Connor did, she watched the hawk for the pleasure of it. “Where’s he going then?”
    “Home. I want him close, so he’ll fly home and stay tonight.”
    “I envy that,” Meara said as she took out her phone. “The way you talk to the hawks, Iona to the horses, Branna to the hounds—and Fin to all three when he wants to. If I had any magic, I think that would be what I’d want.”
    “You have it. I’ve seen you with the horses, the hawks, the hounds.”
    “That’s training, and an affinity. But it’s not what you have.” She sent the text, tucked the phone away. “But I’d just want it with the animals. I’d go mad if I could read people, hear their thoughts and feelings as you can. I’d forever be fighting to listen, then likely be pissed at what I’d heard.”
    “It’s best to resist the eavesdropping.”
    She gave him an elbow poke and a knowing look out of dark chocolate eyes. “I know good and well you’ve had a listen when you’re wondering if a girl might be willing if you bought her a pint and walked her home.”
    “That may have been the case before I reached my maturity.”
    She laughed her wonderful laugh. “You’ve not hooked fingers around your maturity as yet.”
    “I’m within centimeters now. Ah, and here’s Boyle answering already. Iona’s at the cottage practicing with Branna. He’ll drag Fin with him shortly—and see if Iona will do the same with Branna.”
    “I like when it’s all of us together. It’s family.”
    He heard the wistfulness, swung an arm over her shoulders. “It’s family,” he agreed, “right and true.”
    “Do you miss your parents since they’ve settled down in Kerry?”
    “I do sometimes, yes, but they’re so bleeding happy there on the lake, running their B and B, and with Ma’s sisters all chirping about. And they’re mad about the FaceTime. Who’d’ve thought it? So we see them, and know what’s what.”
    He gave her shoulder a rub as they walked the winding road to Cong. “And truth be told, I’m glad enough they’re tucked away south for now.”
    “And here I’d be more than glad to have my mother tucked away most anywhere, and not for unselfish reasons such as your