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to drift from her wrist, up her arm, to her mouth. She wasn’t that same clumsy girl that she’d been thirteen years ago. She was a woman, now, almost thirty years old, and only occasionally clumsy. And most men even considered her pretty. She was smart and well-read and always felt that given the right man, she could be a sparkling conversationalist.

      Yet the prospect of getting to know Dylan Quinn frightened her. Whenever he was near she reverted to that insecure and anxious teenager. Meggie groaned then pressed her forehead against the cool copper counter. If she’d only been able to think straight, maybe she could have done something once and for all, to even the score between them.

      She imagined a wonderfully romantic dinner with witty repartee. He’d fall madly in love with her in just one night and then she’d oh-so casually tell him that she wasn’t really interested in a relationship. Or maybe she’d allow him to kiss her and he would experience an instant passion for her before she walked away.

      Another groan slipped from her lips. This whole incident only proved one point. She was not the kind of woman who could handle a man like Dylan Quinn. So she had only one choice—she needed to stay as far away from him as possible.

      2

      DYLAN PARKED JUST down the block from Quinn’s Pub. He let the Mustang idle, not sure he wanted to go inside. Saturday night was always a rollicking good time at Seamus Quinn’s South Boston watering hole, with an Irish band and free corned-beef sandwiches. And there were sure to be plenty of beautiful women waiting inside, ready and willing to be charmed by one of the Quinn brothers.

      How long had he gotten by on just charm alone? Since he was a kid, he’d used his winning personality and good looks to make a place for himself in the world, with his teachers, with his friends, with the opposite sex. Everyone loved Dylan Quinn. But no one ever got to know the real Dylan, the kid whose home life was in such chaos. They could never see how scared he was behind the smiles and the clever quips.

      He wasn’t scared anymore, yet he hadn’t given up trying to charm every woman he met. But since Conor had fallen in love, Dylan realized that he wanted something more from life than just an endless string of beautiful women. He wanted something real and honest. Why couldn’t he find a woman to love? And why couldn’t a woman care enough about him to return that love?

      “I probably should see a shrink,” he muttered as he reached over to flip off the ignition. A weaker man would make an appointment immediately, but he was a Quinn. Quinns just sucked it up and got on with their lives. If they had a problem, they didn’t discuss it, they just fixed it. He shoved the car door open and stepped out into the chilly November night. Now, if he could only fix this strange attraction he had to Meggie Flanagan, he’d have all the answers he needed.

      Dylan glanced both ways, then jogged across the street, following the sounds of a tin whistle and a fiddle and an Irish drum. After their first encounter, he’d written off any chance of a date with Meggie. Besides the fact that she held some grudge against him, she was still Tommy Flanagan’s little sister. But after their second encounter, all the rules had been cast aside. The moment he’d touched her, something inside of him had changed. Though he’d tried, he couldn’t think of her as anything but a sexy, desirable woman—who didn’t want anything to do with him.

      Maybe he was going through a phase. He’d had his fill of women who wanted him. Now, to avoid boredom, he’d become fascinated with the only woman in Boston who had ever rejected him, a woman completely immune to his charms. He shook his head. “You don’t need a shrink, boyo, you just need a few pints of Guinness. That’ll straighten you out.”

      He yanked the pub door open and immediately stepped into an atmosphere custom-designed to make him forget his problems with women. He took his time weaving through the crush of patrons and made a slow perusal of the room, searching for a pretty diversion, determined to forget Meggie Flanagan. Dylan started toward an empty stool at the middle of the bar, right next to a cute little brunette who was nursing a beer.

      Sliding onto the stool, he waved at Sean and Brian who were taking their turns behind the bar. Seamus was shouting his way through a round of darts and Brendan stood nearby, chatting with one of their father’s old friends. He glanced over his shoulder to find Liam at a booth with his current girlfriend. To round out the impromptu family reunion, Dylan was surprised to see Conor and Olivia sitting at the far end of the bar, deep in conversation, their heads close.

      His big brother looked completely besotted and every now and then, Conor would pull Olivia near and kiss her without regard to the crowd around him. Had someone told him that Conor would be the first Quinn to fall prey to the love of a woman, Dylan would have laughed. Brendan or Liam were the more logical choices, the more tender-hearted of the bunch. But then, when it came to love, a guy never knew when it might lay him low.

      Dylan looked across the room and watched his father engaged in a rousing argument over the exact position of a dart. They’d all heard the tales, the yarns Seamus Quinn spun about the Mighty Quinns and the dangers of love. Dylan had always wondered if he’d become the man he was in an effort to please his father—a guy who had never seemed to approve of anything Dylan did.

      He hadn’t been Conor, the son who kept the family together. And he hadn’t been Brendan, the son who loved to work the lines on his father’s swordfishing boat, The Mighty Quinn. And he certainly hadn’t been Brian or Sean or Liam, the sons who adored their father without questioning his flaws. He’d been Dylan, the guy who could charm any woman, then walk away without a second thought.

      But deep inside lived a person he’d rarely showed anyone—Dylan, the rebel, the kid who really didn’t have a role in the family, the kid who blamed his father for the empty bellies and the endless insecurity. When his mother had been around, he’d felt safe. And after she’d left, he’d experienced the loss as deeply as if she’d ripped his heart from his chest and taken it with her. The man he’d become was all tied up in the past. He just hadn’t been ready to untangle it yet.

      Sean sauntered over with a pint of Guinness and Dylan cocked his head to the left. “Baby brother, why don’t you buy this lovely lady a drink while you’re at it.” Though a free drink was always a good icebreaker, he really wasn’t interested in conversation. The woman just looked a little lonely—a little vulnerable. The least he could do was to offer her a fresh beer while she waited for whatever or whomever she was waiting for.

      The woman turned suddenly, as if surprised that he’d noticed her at all. For a moment, he was taken aback. A current of recognition shot through him and he tried to place her, to recall her name. But Dylan was certain that he’d never met her. He would have remembered because though she was pretty, she was also young, with a face that could only be described as…innocent. And those eyes, such an unusual shade. He would have remembered her eyes.

      “What are you drinking?” Dylan asked sending her a warm smile.

      She forced a smile in return, then stumbled off her stool. “I—I have to go,” she murmured. “Thanks anyway.” She grabbed her purse and her jacket, then hurried to the door, slipping out quietly.

      Dylan turned back to Sean. “That makes me two for two today. I’m actually beginning to enjoy rejection.”

      “Don’t beat yourself up,” Sean said. “I’ve been trying to talk to her all night long but she’d have nothing of it. She just wanted to sit there, alone, sipping her beer and staring at me and Brian. You know, she looked familiar at first, but I’m pretty sure I don’t know her.”

      “You, too? I thought I recognized her.” Dylan shrugged, then grabbed his Guinness. He pushed off his stool. “If I’m going to spend the night crying in my beer, then I might as well do it with people who’ll feel sorry for me.” He wandered over to an empty spot next to Olivia, then sat down.

      “Hey, Dylan,” she said, her smile bright and affectionate. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “What have you been up to?”

      In just a few short weeks, Olivia had become part of the family. Even though she and Conor weren’t married yet, she was like a sister

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