LITMIR.BIZ

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They’d met on the O’Brien family’s holiday excursion to Ireland a few months ago. She was the granddaughter of his own grandmother’s old flame, Dillon O’Malley. She was beautiful, but impossible. In fact, it was entirely likely that she was the most frustrating female he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, in part because she’d been mostly immune to his charm. She’d complicated his life in an entirely different way. She’d unexpectedly engaged his heart.

       After staying on in Ireland for several weeks after the rest of the family had returned to Chesapeake Shores, Luke had eventually come home, ready to move on with his life. Ready to finally get serious about life, according to his impatient father, who’d vocally protested the wasting of his college education.

       He had a degree in history, for heaven’s sakes! Had anyone seriously thought he’d use that? He certainly hadn’t. He’d chosen history because he enjoyed the subject as much as any other and he’d needed to get the college off his back by declaring a major.

       Now, though, the clock was ticking, and the tightly knit O’Briens were all watching and waiting to see what he—the youngest of family matriarch Nell’s grandchildren—planned to make of himself. He doubted that opening an Irish pub on Shore Road was what anyone in the family would have guessed his calling to be.

       Restless after going over his plans for the thousandth time, hoping to be so sure of himself, so confident of his path that no one would even attempt to talk him out of it, he wandered over to his brother’s office.

       Matthew was currently proving himself to be almost as talented and innovative an architect as their world-renowned uncle Mick. Like most of Luke’s family, Matthew had discovered his passion early on. Luke had envied everyone in his family, not only for knowing what they wanted, but also for succeeding at it, sometimes phenomenally well. He had daunting examples to follow.

       When Luke arrived, Matthew was so absorbed in the blueprints on his desk he never even glanced up, which gave Luke more pacing time to get his thoughts in order. He intended to try out his idea first on the most receptive audience he was likely to find.

       Eventually, Matthew looked up, spotted him and blinked. “How long have you been here?”

       “Long enough,” Luke said. “How many towns and villages have you designed today?”

       “Only the one,” Matthew replied, grinning. “I think the plans for this community in Florida are just about set to go to the developer for final approval. He’s very anxious to break ground, judging by the frequency of his calls for updates on my progress.”

       Luke had seen his share of architectural renderings over the years, but he had to admit that he lacked the vision to translate them into brick-and-mortar towns. Still, he peered over his brother’s shoulder, prepared to feign the proper enthusiasm. What he saw, though, as he leafed through the pages, left him dumbstruck.

       “You designed this? From scratch? A whole community, from houses to Main Street to schools, a library and even a church? You just looked over a few acres of vacant land and imagined all this?”

       Matthew’s grin spread as he nodded. “Pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.”

       “I guess all that time you spent playing with Lego as a kid wasn’t wasted, after all. Has Uncle Mick seen it?”

       “Of course. He’s in here pestering me every other day. I gather when he isn’t calling me, the developer’s calling Uncle Mick to nudge things along.”

       “And?”

       “Uncle Mick says it’s as good as anything he’s ever done,” Matthew said, looking pleased.

       “Which means it’s a thousand times better,” Luke concluded. “He’s not going to say so on your first big job and risk your having a swelled head and demanding a bigger salary.”

       Matthew shrugged off the compliment. “Things can always be better. Uncle Mick has even talked to me about things he would have done differently if he had Chesapeake Shores to design over again.”

       Luke regarded him with surprise. “Really? Like what?”

       “He admits that Uncle Thomas was right about wanting the community to be built in an environmentally friendly way. He says he wouldn’t have given him such a tough time about it.”

       Luke laughed. “No, he’d just give him a tough time on general principle, the same as he does with Dad.”

       “More than likely,” Matthew agreed. “So what brings you by here at the end of the day?”

       “I was hoping you’d have time for a drink.”

       “Sure. Mind if Laila tags along? I was going to meet her for dinner in an hour. You can join us.”

       “That’ll work. There are some things I’d like to run by her, anyway.”

       His brother regarded him suspiciously. “Just what do you and my wife have to talk about?”

       “Maybe we’re conspiring to throw a surprise party for your birthday,” Luke teased, knowing how much his brother abhorred the whole concept of surprise parties, even though he’d determinedly pulled off his own almost-surprise wedding in Ireland, keeping Laila mostly in the dark until his Christmas Eve proposal.

       “My birthday was just a couple of months ago, and neither of you is that much of a long-range planner,” Matthew retorted. “Try again.”

       “How about I explain it over drinks?” Luke countered.

       “Fine. Brady’s okay?”

       “Actually, I have someplace else in mind. I need to stop by Dad’s office first. Why don’t I meet you on Shore Road in front of Panini Bistro in twenty minutes?”

       “Suits me,” Matthew said. “I’ll call Laila and let her know. If I get there first, I’ll grab a table.”

       “Actually, don’t do that,” Luke said. “Wait for me in front, okay? Tell Laila to grab a table, though, if she gets there before we’re back.”

       “Back?” Matthew gave him an odd look. “Curiouser and curiouser.”

       “Trust me, okay?”

       “Always,” Matthew said at once. “See you in a few minutes.”

       Luke gave him a wave, then headed for his father’s office. He was hoping to find his father gone for the day and perhaps only his sister still there. Susie might give him grief over his request, but she was less likely to pull rank and demand answers.

       Even better, he found the real estate management company run by his father to be closed for the day. Using the key he had for the occasions when he helped out showing properties, he went in, plucked a key off the board for the properties they owned or managed and closed back up.

       He beat Matthew to their appointed meeting spot by mere seconds.

       “Where to now, o secretive one?” Matthew inquired.

       “Not far,” Luke said, heading down the block to a large empty space that had been occupied by a French restaurant that had gone belly-up, unable to survive during the slower winter months. Personally, he thought it had failed because of the god-awful uncomfortable chairs that had made the customers squirm through the torturous minutes it took to eat their overpriced food, but what did he know?

       He led the way inside and flipped on lights, then turned to his older brother. “What do you think?”

       Matthew looked blank. “Of what? It’s an empty space.”

       Luke held his gaze. “Think you could help me turn it into a warm and welcoming Irish pub?”

       The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he heard a hoot from the doorway and turned to see his uncle Mick standing there.

       “I come to check on why lights are blazing in an empty property and find you making plans to

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