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Deanna.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome. Of course, that puts you in my debt, at least a little, doesn’t it?”
    He eyed her warily. “A little, I suppose. Why?”
    “Will you come to the pub on Friday night? There will be Irish music, and the special’s fish and chips. Ryan can come by to pick you up.”
    Michael was surprised to find that the prospect held some appeal. “You’re a tough negotiator, Maggie Devaney.”
    “I know,” she said with unmistakable pride. “I had to be to win your brother’s heart. You may find this hard to believe, but he was even less trusting than you are.”
    “You’re right. I do find that hard to believe.”
    “Well, it’s true.” She smiled at him. “Will you come?”
    “I’ll come,” he agreed. “But I’ll get there on my own.”
    She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could protest. “If I can’t manage it, I’ll call.”
    “Fair enough, then. I’ll do these dishes and get out of your hair.”
    Michael glanced at his niece and saw that she was nodding off in her booster seat at the table. “I think maybe you ought to get Caitlyn home for her nap, instead. I can clear things away in here.”
    “But—”
    He deliberately scowled at her. “Go, Maggie, before you undo all the warm and fuzzy feelings I’m developing toward you.”
    She laughed at that, picked up her daughter, then bent and kissed his cheek. “I’m glad to have you as part of our family. You’ll get to meet the rest of the O’Briens on Friday night. You might want to brace yourself. My family can be a little overwhelming. Ryan and I have been married for nearly two years now, and they still make him nervous.”
    “Now there’s a fine recommendation,” Michael responded dryly. “I’m really looking forward to Friday night, after that.”
    “The music will compensate for the chaos. I promise.”
    Michael believed her, which was a bit of a miracle in and of itself. Other than the men on his SEAL team, he’d long ago lost his faith in promises.
     
    Kelly wasn’t sure what to expect when she arrived for her second therapy session with Michael. Even though during her last visit he’d agreed to continue with his rehabilitation, he wouldn’t be the first patient to have a change of heart between sessions, especially if he’d spent the intervening hours brooding.
    She rang the bell at his apartment promptly at 10:00 a.m., then waited to see what sort of greeting she got. She counted it a positive sign when nothing crashed against the door. Nor were there any cries of pain from inside. So far, it was going better than either of her earlier visits.
    When another full minute had passed, she rang the bell again. “Michael, it’s me. Is everything okay? Should I come on in?”
    More silence. She frowned at the door. Had hebailed on her, after all? Or was he inside, simply ignoring her, hoping she would go away? She was about to put her key in the lock, when the front door of the building crashed open. Kelly whirled around and found herself staring straight into Michael’s very blue eyes.
    “Sorry,” he said as he awkwardly tried to manipulate the chair into the foyer. “I had to go out. I thought I’d be back before you got here, but everything took longer than I expected.”
    Kelly stared at him. “You went out?” she said blankly. Where? How? She resisted the urge to ask questions he would no doubt find intrusive, if not downright insulting.
    “To the store,” he said, holding up two small plastic bags crammed with groceries. He looked astonishingly pleased with himself.
    “How did you manage?” she asked. “Did you call a taxi?”
    “Of course not. The store’s only a few blocks away.”
    Her incredulity grew. “You went in your wheelchair?”
    “I sure as hell didn’t walk,” he retorted, his good mood evaporating.
    Kelly immediately felt guilty for spoiling his moment of triumph. “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s terrific that you were