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

own.”
    “You’ll get through it. It’s but another phase.”
    “Another phase that’s lasted near fifteen years. But you’re right.” She wiggled her shoulders as if shaking off a small weight. “You’re right. I put a bug in her ear today about how she might enjoy a long visit with my sister and the grandchildren. And that’s shoving the same bug straight up Maureen’s arse, which she well deserves. If that doesn’t stick, I’m planning to bounce her from brother to sister to brother in hopes she lands somewhere that contents her.
    “I’m not giving up my flat.”
    “You’d go stark raving if you moved back in with your ma, and what good would that do either of you? Donal’s done well by her, no question of it, but so have you. You give her your time, your ear, help with her marketing. You pay her rent.”
    He only lifted his eyebrows when she jerked away, narrowed her eyes.
    “Be sane, Meara. Fin’s her landlord, how would I not know? I’m saying you’re a good daughter, and have nothing to feel selfish over.”
    “Wishing her elsewhere seems selfish, but I can’t stop wishing it. And Fin doesn’t charge half what that little cottage is worth.”
    “It’s family,” he said, and she sighed.
    “How many times can you be right on one walk to the pub?” She shoved her hands in the pockets of her work jacket. “And that’s enough bitching and carping from me for the same amount of time. I’m spoiling my own good day at work, and the extra fifty in my pocket.”
    They passed the old abbey where tourists still wandered, snapping photos. “People always tell you things. Why is that?”
    “Maybe I like hearing things.”
    She shook her head. “No, it’s because you listen, whether you want to hear it or not. I too often just tune it all out.”
    He stuck his hand in her pocket to give hers a squeeze. “Together we probably come average on the graph of human nature.”
    No, she thought. No, indeed. Connor O’Dwyer would never be average on any graph.
    Then she let the worries and wondering go, walked with him into the warmth and clatter of the pub.
    It was Connor who was greeted first by those who knew them—which was most. A cheery call, a flirtatious smile, a quick salute. He was the sort always welcome, and always at home where his feet were planted.
    Good, easy qualities, she supposed, and something else she envied.
    “You get us a table,” he told her, “and I’ll stand the first round.”
    She skirted through, found one big enough for six. Settling in, she took out her phone—Connor would be a bit of time due to conversing, she knew.
    She texted Branna first.
    Stop fussing with your hair. We’re already here.
    Then she checked her schedule for the next day. A lesson in the ring in the morning, three guideds—not to mention the daily mucking, feeding, grooming, and nagging of Boyle to make certain he’d seen to the paperwork. Then there was the marketing she’d neglected—for herself and her mother. Laundry she’d put off.
    She could do a bit of the wash tonight if she didn’t loiter overlong in the pub.
    She checked her calendar, saw her reminder for her older brother’s birthday, and added finding a gift to her schedule.
    And Iona was due for another lesson in swordplay. She was coming along well, Meara thought, but now that Cabhan had put in an appearance, they’d be wise to get back to regular practice.
    “Put that away now and stop working.” Connor set their pints on the table. “Workday’s done.”
    “I was checking on tomorrow’s workday.”
    “That’s your burden, Meara darling, always looking forward to the next task.”
    “And you, always looking to the next recreation.”
    He lifted his glass, smiled. “Life’s a recreation if you live it right.” He nodded as he spotted Boyle and Iona. “Family’s coming.”
    Meara glanced around. And put away her phone.

5

    A GOOD DAY’S WORK, A PINT, AND FRIENDS TO DRINK IT with. In Connor’s estimation, there