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His upper lip twitches "I ondering if you know anything about it, seeing as you two are so close"

Of course it would appear that way I visited hiularly, more than anyone else "We haven’t been close in years And no, I don’t Sorry"

"That’s good" He pauses, adjusting his cap "Because if I find out you’re lying about knowing so, I’ll put you behind bars with hiainst the floor as he stands "Oh, and we also just heard that Beznick’sto your brother, will ya?"

"Wait What?" Rowen snaps, no longer pretending not to listen "What does thatto piss off the wrong people"

"Ya need to do soardai’s for? Protecting people?"

"Didn’t ya hear? Gardai won’t be risking our lives for crier provide protection for known offenders because of these street wars they get the the innocent" His dull blue eyes land onya know so ya can be watchful And perhaps share infor the inside of Portlaoise anytime soon"

The arse saunters out the front door of Delaney’s I watch hiht, and threatening et me to turn on my own blood?

Rowen closes the distance in three quick steps "This isn’t nothing, River What the hell has Aengus gotten hioing to end "Check the kegs before the rush" There’s no way Rowen is getting pulled into this mess

I slide my phone out of my pocket and head to the back, where I can deliver the warning to Aengus in private

Fear gripping ain

TWENTY

As for a special occasion They’ve sat, nestled in their cushioned case and tucked aiththem on

Because every day between now and Sunday is special And I’m already sure that I don’t want to leave

I check the clock It’s twentyand then would be over I’ve basically been counting down the hours since thistime at the Glasnevin Cemetery and St Patrick’s Cathedral, hts River

I’ve taken extra ti myself ready My hair is set in perfect curls, my mascara brushed on thick and sht way The canary-yellow halter dress I brought looks great against my tanned skin, even if it’s not ideal for Dublin’s crisp evening temperatures My denim jacket will solve that probleht bicep and shoulder

My cowboy boots--not a smart choice with limited space in my suitcase, but a requirelance in the hallway mirror and smile I want to steal his breath the second he sees er here

I want his, and a rush of nerves and excitement erupts in my stomach

I throw open the door

The tall, lanky officer from the Green stands onmy excitement all the same "Miss Welles I’m Garda Duffy, if you re here? His vehicle sits in the street behind hiestures inside, and it’s then that I notice the tan folder tucked under his arm "May I come in?"