Bohermore by Jennifer Rose McMahon

Author:Jennifer Rose McMahon [McMahon, Jennifer Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Time Travel Romance, Historical Romance
Publisher: City Owl Press
Published: 2017-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Rockfleet

“What about your dreams? Have you ever seen Grace O’Malley in them?” I studied Paul as he parked in front of my B&B.

“It’s always unclear who the attacker is. You’re usually the only one I can see.” He cleared his throat with his fist near his mouth and looked away. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

I dragged my weary bones toward my room, still hearing the resonance of his deep voice as he spoke with Colleen, asking her to call him when I woke.

A moment later, his car pulled away. Colleen’s doting voice passed through my door as she offered me a cup of tea and a scone. She called it four o’clock teatime. I gratefully accepted the warm gesture and before I could reach the bottom of my cup, I was asleep.

My reluctant eyes blinked open and saw early evening shadows cast across the room. It was already six o’clock. The laziness of my nap lingered in my muscles as I dragged myself into the warm shower.

I pulled on my favorite jeans, rubbing the small tear in the knee with new awareness. My white sweater hugged me cozily and I felt more like myself again. Tipping my head upside down, I shook my fingers through my wet hair and tossed it back. I was refreshed and unexpectedly energized.

In the back of my mind I heard the chime of the doorbell and then the sound of Paul’s mellow, deep-toned voice as he greeted Colleen. I swatted at my butterflies as they reminded me that Paul was my teacher. I really wished they would stop doing that. I didn’t need any reminding. It was already as big a burden on my soul as having a pirate queen after me.

Paul had freshened up too, looking handsome and well-put-together in khakis with a blue oxford and a thick, three-button pullover sweater. He saw me approaching and stepped forward, searching my face for clues of my condition.

“Ya look like yeh’re feeling better,” he said with a smile. “Hungry?”

I nodded. Starved.

“Would yeh be interested in walking?” Paul asked.

“Let me grab my jacket.” I ran to my room, giddy, to find the extra layer.

Pulling my arms through the sleeves of my coat, I heard giggling by the front door. Imogen and Aoife were crouched by the sitting room, spying on me with wide eyes and impish grins. Colleen took the edge of her skirt and swooshed at the girls, saying, “Be off with ya and yer mischievous shenanigans, ye divels.”

***

“The restaurant’s on the other side of the river. I think you’ll like the bridge. It’s very old,” Paul said as he put his hands in his pockets, keeping a formal distance from me, making small talk.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the earlier part of the day, though, and cut to the chase. “So, Grace O’Malley, Pirate Queen.” I put extra emphasis on the “Pirate Queen” part for effect and added, “I’m a little freaked out by this whole thing, actually.”

“Yeah, I know,” he agreed. “We have a lot to talk about.

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