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“If you’d be so kind It’s good to see you, deifiúr beag” His voice was low and rich with affection, the kind of tone for greeting an old lover—which was laughable Flynn Bohannon was about as far froet But it did the trick

With some relief, Kennedy saw the American wander away “Thanks for that”

“All in a day’s work,” Flynn replied

“I’ve lanced at the nearly black beard now covering his cheeks as she began to pull his pint of Murphy’s Irish Stout “Even if you are hiding it these days”

He grinned, laying a hand over his heart “Self preservation, love”

“You keep telling yourself that” Kennedy glanced at the line snaking back through the pub “I’ your set shortly Catch up later?”

Flynn lifted the beer and toasted her before e shoehorned beside the fireplace, where the other two

Mhairi, one of the waitstaff, wandered over, setting her tray on the bar as she all but drooled in his direction “Well now, I’d not be kickin’ that one out of bed for eating crisps”

“Wait ’til you hear him play”

Mhairi glanced back at Kennedy, lifting a brow in question “Are you and he…?”

“No Just friends The way there is clear, so far as I know”

The waitress smiled “Brilliant” She reeled off orders and it was back to the job at hand