Irish Wishes by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

Author:Sandrine Gasq-Dion [Gasq-Dion, Sandrine & Jenjo]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B009U4MXPW
Published: 2012-10-20T04:00:00+00:00

They’d been sitting for a good half hour, eating and laughing when Paul walked in Greystones. Most of the pub yelled cheers and whistled at the hometown boy coming home. Conner stood up and put his hands on his hips.

“Well shite, Paul.”

Paul grinned, walking briskly to Conner. “Conner!”

Conner felt Paul’s massive arms close around him and hugged back. “Hey you! You haven’t aged a day!”

Paul pulled away and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah? No grey hairs?”

Conner stepped back and studied Paul. “Nope.”

“Thank God,” Paul exhaled with a smile. “So, who are these two?”

“Ah, Paul Greystone, Mitch Devan and Sloan Gabarou. Mitch will give you the paperwork so you can look it over. You look good.” Conner sat back down, patting the bench seat. “Sit on down.”

“Angus!” Paul sing-songed. “Guinness, please!”

“Coming right up!” Angus replied.

“I’ll be in town a couple days, we should hang out. I’ve missed you.” Paul put his arm around Conner.

“Missed you, too.” Conner leaned against Paul. It was comfortable; they’d been friends a long time and he missed it. Paul was the only tie to Ireland he had left. “How’s the husband and kids?”

“Great! Colin’s in his sophomore year at U-dub and Conner’s in his freshman year. Phoebe’s doing well; she’s married to Luke Youngblood.”

Conner’s mouth dropped open. “As in the Youngbloods?”

Paul laughed loud. “Yep, one in the same. Long story, remind me to tell you all about how that came about.”

Mitch furrowed his brows. “Who are the Youngbloods?”

“Let’s just say they have some shady ties,” Paul winked. “But they are good people.”

“So, Luke is a direct line to the Santornos or Youngbloods?” Conner asked.

“Santorno, Stefan’s grandson,” Paul said. “Trust me, I know these people like the back of my hand, they are a protective group.”

Conner sat back in thought. “So wait, you know Vince Markov then?”

Paul laughed and turned to look at Conner. “Yeah, I do. Met him a few times. Why?”

“He’s married to a friend of mine,” Conner grinned.

“No shit? Keegan’s your friend?” Paul shook his head, smiling. “Seems we have the same friends.”

“You know Vince Markov?” Sloan asked.

Conner almost pissed his pants at the look on Sloan’s face. She looked even whiter than normal. “Yeah, I do.”

Paul sat back in the booth, regarding Conner. “Wait a minute…then you know Esposito?”

“I know them all,” Conner laughed. “I guess we have a lot more friends in common than we thought.”

Paul smiled wickedly. “If you know them, then I think we are on the same page.”

Conner tipped his head. “Yes, I believe we are.”

“Well holy shit, Conner. I never thought you’d go that route.”

Sloan looked from Conner to Paul. “What are you two talking about?”

“Let’s just say our friends bend the law for good,” Paul said after a pause.

“They crack it in half,” Conner laughed loudly.

After two more hours, they called it a night. Paul would meet them for breakfast in the morning. Conner stood at the front of the pub, smiling at Paul.

“I’m happy for you, Paul. I’m glad you found someone to love,” Conner said.

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