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Chapter One

“WELCOME TO O’LEARY’S PUB What can I get you?” The greeting rolled off Kennedy Reynolds’ tongue as she continued to work the taps with deft hands

The aped at her “You’re American”

Kennedy topped off the pint of Harp and slid it expertly into a patron’s waiting hand “So are you” She injected the lilt of Ireland into her voice instead of the faint twang of East Tennessee “You’d be expectin’ soer So what’ll it be for a strapping Yank like yourself?”

The guy only blinked at her

So she wasn’t exactly typical of County Kerry, Ireland Her sisters would be the first to say she wasn’t exactly typical of anyone, anywhere It didn’t bother her But there was a line stacking up behind this slack-jawed idiot, and she had work to do

“Can I suggest a pint of Guinness? Or perhaps you’d prefer whiskey to warot a bit of a chill”

He seemed to shake himself “Uh, Jameson”

She poured his drink, already looking past hiain

“How’s a girl fro in a pub in Ireland?”

This again? Really? Kennedy repressed the eye roll, determined to be polite and professional

A big, long-fingered hand slapped the guy on the shoulder hard enough to almost slosh the whiskey “Well now, I suppose herself walked right in and answered the help wanted sign” The speaker shifted twinkling blue eyes to Kennedy’s “That was how it happened in Dublin, noasn’t it, darlin’?”

“And Galway,” she added, shooting a grin in Flynn’s direction “I’d heard ruht Usual?”