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calling her from the hall, and it was clear he’d be there in a matter of seconds.
    Andrew took a step back, still looking shaken, and without another word, headed off in the opposite direction just as Conall walked into the room.
    Conall watched as Andrew left out one of the side doors before turning to look at her, his gaze wandering over her face, her body. “Hey, are ye all right? Ye look a bit shaken.”
    “I’m not shaken, I’m furious.” Despite Andrew’s apology, she was pissed off-but the last thing she wanted was to involve Conall further than she already had. Shite. She shouldn’t have said anything-not that he couldn’t see something was wrong, and the obvious reason for it would be Andrew. “It’s nothing.”
    “Maggie, ye know I’m neither blind nor a fool, right?” He shook his head, his lips pursed into a tight line.
    “Don’t suppose ye’d like to get out of here and grab a bite to eat? I have a few steaks at the cottage.” She really could do with the distraction of his company. If not, she’d just stew over the incident with Andrew and play out the details in her head, wondering if there had been any way to avoid things getting to this point.
    His eyebrows rose in a way that reminded her of the nuns who used to teach at her elementary school. “I’m not letting ye off the hook, but I will take ye up on dinner since I’d rather not cook if I don’t have to. Just have to head home and let Piper out first.”
    “Why don’t ye bring her with ye? We could take her out for a walk afterwards.”
    “Aye, maybe I will.”
    Though they parted ways, he stood there waiting to make sure she got on her bike and was still watching her as she took off down the road. She thought the gesture sweet. Still…the incident with Andrew left her not wanting to involve Conall any more than she already had, and that probably meant that falling into his bed for a romp might not be wise. Things had a tendency to get complicated once you threw sex into the mix, and Conall already seemed complicated enough on his own, without helping the matter along.
    Once home, she got started on dinner, knowing she’d be able to forget her troubles if she focused on cooking. She liked that despite living in the cottage for only a few weeks, it was already feeling more like home, rather than another place to just rest her head. It was also nice that the additional bedroom would give Liam a place to stay once he wrapped up the updates for their other client. Constantly working together, she missed her brother when he wasn’t around, even if he could be a pain in the arse.
    Maggie jacked up the temperature on the Aga and quickly tossed together the ingredients for a traditional Irish brown bread, knowing it would bake up in time to be served with the rest of their meal. Inspired, she figured an Irish theme would be appropriate and got started on the colcannon next. With the potatoes boiling, she caramelized some onions, sautéed some kale, and browned some crispy bacon, setting them aside to add to the potatoes once they’d been mashed with butter and cream. It’d be a perfect accompaniment to the steak, well-seasoned and cooked to medium-rare.
    Dinner was nearly ready by the time Conall showed up with a bottle of wine and Piper in tow. “Hope a Merlot will work for ye.”
    “Sounds perfect.” Maggie gave Piper a good scratch, and then unhooked her leash. But when she stood, it was to find him looking at her with his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t appreciate ye not being honest with me about what happened today with Andrew.” His gold eyes pinned her to the spot, though she was in no mood to rehash things. One hell of a way to start the evening, too.
    “Listen, love. It’s been a rough day and I’d rather not dwell on it.” She spun to head into the kitchen when he grabbed her hand.
    “That’s not how I work, Maggie. I don’t like secrets or half-truths. Not with lovers, nor my friends. And