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“Good night, Davin. Thanks for the hospitality. And, sir? Your horses really are magnificent. It’ll make my father proud to own them.”
     
“Thanks, lad. I think your father and I’d get on.” He drew on his pipe again. “See you in the morning, son.”
     
“I think you would too, Davin. Good night.” Quinn headed for his car, and Cian trailed after him.
     
“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” Quinn was nervous, and it showed.
    “Don’t worry. It’ll all be a grand adventure, won’t it? And I won’t let us get lost.” Cian was quiet for a second, but then his lips curled up in a wicked grin. “Unless you want us to.”
    Quinn stood there, not knowing what to say, shocked and hopeful all at once. Before he could move or say anything, Cian leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Good night, Quinn.” He turned on his heel and strode off to the barn, whistling as he went, leaving Quinn standing there, pressing a palm to the spot where he could still feel the kiss.
He got into the car finally and made it back to his hotel. As he was walking in through the lobby, Mr. McCay caught his eye. “Have any luck, Mr. Donovan?” Quinn smiled as he ran the day over in his head. “Yeah, I really think I did!”

Chapter 5
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UINN slept well and had the sweetest dreams about Cian. He woke with a smile on his face and a raging hard-on in his boxers. As much as he was looking forward to this trip, it made him a little nervous. He wasn’t sure what Cian expected from him, but he was stuck between wanting it to be a lot and being too scared to contemplate the possibilities.
    He had only ever been with David, but it wasn’t like he lacked opportunities. He’d had offers, gone on dates, but they never went anywhere because Quinn just couldn’t bring himself to trust anyone, his broken heart and crushed self-esteem making him push his dates away when they tried to get closer. He knew it was a little old-fashioned these days, but for him, sex was something special, not to be taken lightly.
    God, his mom and Gramma Anna would be tickled to know he’d been listening and learning when they talked about love. But then again, they hadn’t met Cian.
    He got out of bed and quickly showered and got ready. His bags were already packed, and it didn’t take him long to haul them out to the car. The bill had been settled the night before and he’d thanked the McCays for their wonderful hospitality, adding a large tip and a promise to spread the word about their beautiful place.
    Glancing down at the clock as he pulled into the drive at Blackmoor Farm, he was impressed with himself. It was just going on 6:00 a.m. Guess he could be on time when the motivation was right.
    He got out of the car and wandered over to look at the horses in the fields, feeling that little tug of homesickness again. A screen door slammed, and he turned to look and smiled when he saw Cian hauling a duffel bag down the porch stairs.
    “Morning, Quinn. You ready to hit the road?”
“Yep, all packed and ready to go!”
“Good. Granddad was on the phone half the night with his friend Kieran, reminiscing and bullshittin’, so he knows we’re coming.”
    Quinn laughed. “Bet it sounds a lot like my dad when he’s chatting with his cousin Jack. You never know how much they remember and how much they’ve made up!”
“Yep, that’d be it.” Cian smiled at him, and Quinn could feel the blush rising in his face. Great, he’d spend the whole trip red and stumbling over words. What a way to make a good impression.
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HE door opened again, and Davin stepped out onto the porch and smiled at Quinn and Cian. Davin could almost feel the electricity in the air when the boys were near each other.
    “Morning, Quinn. You look chipper this morning.”
“Morning, Davin. I’m feeling pretty chipper too!”
“Are you, now? Any particular reason?” He watched as the young man blushed again.
     
“Uhm, nope. Just… gonna be a good day, I