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what I like,” Dealy said. “And I don’t need you watching out for my romantic interests.”
    Riley picked up a rag and wiped the wooden bar in front of them, picking up their half-finished pints of Guinness as he did. “I don’t think she’ll be interested in any of you bounders. She’s young. My age. And far too pretty for the lot of you.”
    â€œOh, now that makes things interesting, doesn’t it, boys?” Markus crowed. “Riley, here, has a possibility. I don’t believe he’s had a possibility for four or five months. Who was his last possibility? That sweet little blonde from Glengarriff, wasn’t it?”
    â€œOh, I remember her,” Dealy said. “She was lovely. Beautiful breasts.”
    He was in a sad state when the entire town of Ballykirk knew the last time he’d bedded a woman. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had opportunities. Being a musician had its advantages, especially when you worked late nights at pubs filled with drunken girls. But he just hadn’t met anyone lately who interested him.
    â€œYou know, there is no law that says I have to serve you,” Riley said. “If you insist on antagonizing the help here, I’ll put you out on the street. Now finish your Guinness and get the hell out of my pub.”
    â€œLast time I looked, this was still your da’s pub,” Markus said.
    â€œAnd we were just going to have ourselves a game or two of darts,” Dealy said.
    Riley sighed. The three pensioners spent most of their midday at the pub, sandwiched between fishing in the morning and endless games of dominoes outsidethe green grocer in the afternoon. The routine was repeated every day except Sunday, when they all went to church in the morning and spent their afternoons at family dinners with their grown children.
    â€œIf she comes in here, I expect you three to behave yourselves. There’s no need for you to be telling tales for your own amusement.”
    â€œWell, what’s she doin’ here if she doesn’t care to socialize?” Markus asked.
    â€œShe’s here to see the sights. Her mother stayed in the village years ago and she’s come to visit some of the same places.”
    The front door of the pub opened and they all turned to look. Riley straightened as he saw Nan step inside. She glanced around and when she spotted him, she smiled and waved.
    â€œNow there. She’s lovely,” Dealy murmured. “Small breasts, but lovely.”
    â€œLook at her,” Markus said. “She looks like Audrey feckin’ Hepburn.”
    â€œOh, the wife loves Audrey,” Johnnie commented. “Seen all her movies.” He cocked his head in Nan’s direction. “What’s her name, then?”
    â€œNan. Nan Galvin. Although her real name is Tiernan.”
    â€œThat’s a boy’s name,” Dealy whispered. “Why would anyone give a pretty thing like her a boy’s name? They do that in America, you know. Some eedjits once named their daughter Moon Unit. Who the hell was that, Johnnie? Remember, we read it in the magazine?”
    She crossed to the bar and sat down on a stool nextto the Unholy Trinity. “Am I too late for lunch?” she asked Riley.
    Riley leaned over the bar, bracing his elbows on the scarred wood in front of her. “You surely aren’t,” he said.
    It had only been an hour since he’d seen her, but she looked even prettier than he’d remembered. Her hair was damp and curled around her face and her color was high from the walk down the hill. His gaze dropped to her mouth, those lush lips that were so soft and warm beneath his. “What can I get you?” he asked.
    â€œWhat do you have?” she countered.
    Riley stifled a groan. Right now, the possibility of an embarrassing erection. How was it possible that the mere sight of her caused that kind of reaction, he wondered.
    The three men watched the two