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hug. “Thank you.”

      When she looked into his eyes, she saw they were damp with tears.

      “You love this man?” he asked, his tone quieter and far more reasonable.

      “I do.”

      “Then we’ll start from there,” he said. “Everything else can be worked out.”

      Caitlyn wished she were as confident of that, but knowing that her family was on her side was a huge relief. It already felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

      “I think we’ve had enough surprises for one morning,” Nell said. “Sweetheart, why don’t you come back to my cottage with me? You can help me make a big pot of Irish stew for tomorrow’s lunch.”

      “I’d love that,” Caitlyn said eagerly.

      And it wasn’t just because it meant she could escape from this room before either her grandfather or Trace could go back on their word and start asking questions she was nowhere near ready to answer. It had just as much to do with the soothing effect of being around Nell, and maybe finally learning to cook a favorite Irish meal that would be edible.

      * * *

      “Okay, now that they’re gone, what are we going to do about this?” Mick asked his son-in-law.

      Trace gave him a startled look. “I was under the impression that we’ve been given clear marching orders. We’re to be nice and keep our mouths shut.”

      “Oh, balderdash!” Mick retorted. “Have you ever known me to sit back and wait to see what happens?”

      Trace smiled. “And how has that worked out for you?”

      “Perfectly fine,” Mick replied at once, then sighed. “Mostly.”

      Trace gave him a rueful look. “It’s those exceptions that worry me.”

      “But you agree with me that Caitlyn and this man need to get married as soon as possible?” he pressed.

      “Not necessarily,” Trace said.

      Mick was startled by Trace’s apparent indecision. “You don’t agree? What kind of father doesn’t want to see his daughter married to the man who got her pregnant?”

      “Stepfather,” Trace corrected.

      Mick rolled his eyes. “We both know you’ve been more of a father to that girl than Wes Winters ever was. Why are you hesitating about doing what we both know is right?”

      “Because this is Caitlyn’s decision. If she has second thoughts about marrying this man, maybe there’s a reason for that. I think we need to meet him and then decide on the best course of action.”

      Mick took his son-in-law’s suggestion under advisement. “You could be right,” he admitted eventually. “We’ll know more tomorrow, then first thing Monday we can get busy making plans. Maybe I’ll call the priest this afternoon just to get the ball rolling.”

      Trace laughed. “So much for waiting until we know more.”

      Mick waved off his sarcasm. “Oh, we both know that Caitlyn’s smart as a whip. If she’s involved with this man, then we’re going to approve of him, too.”

      “Probably so,” Trace conceded.

      Mick nodded, satisfied. “Then we have a plan.”

      “Well, at least you do,” Trace said. “I just hope it doesn’t blow up in your face.”

      “Now, why would it do that?” Mick asked, bewildered.

      “Because you seem to be forgetting one thing. Caitlyn is your granddaughter. She has a mind of her own.”

      Now it was Mick’s turn to sigh. That was, indeed, a little worrisome.

      * * *

      In the kitchen of Nell’s cozy cottage overlooking the bay, a fire had been lit to take off the morning chill. Dillon O’Malley was waiting for them, the water already hot for tea.

      “How did you read my mind?” Caitlyn asked him, giving a hug to this man who’d come back into her great-grandmother’s life only a few brief years ago.

      “How are you, you darling girl?” he asked, studying her closely with his perceptive gaze. “Do I detect a certain glow about you?”

      Nell regarded him with amazement. “What makes you ask a thing like that? The girl just told us not a half hour ago that she’s pregnant.”

      Dillon winked at Caitlyn. “I’d love to have you believing that I’ve a touch of second sight, but the truth is Abby called to fill me in. She said it had turned awfully damp and cool to be walking outside and thought you might want a bracing cup of tea when you got here. I’ve herbal for you, Caitlyn.”

      A pleased smile spread across Nell’s face. “Is there any question about why I fell for you so many years ago and all over again when we went to Ireland for Christmas a few years back?” She turned to Caitlyn. “If your young man is half as thoughtful, you’ll have a good life.”

      “Noah is patient, kind and considerate,” Caitlyn assured her. She smiled at Dillon. “But it probably wouldn’t hurt if you want to give him a few lessons in catering to a woman’s needs.”

      “I’d be happy to,” Dillon said. “Will we be seeing him soon?”

      “Tomorrow more than likely,” she said. “I called him before we left to walk over here. He’s coming for Sunday dinner, unless I’ve scared him off with all the warnings about the interrogation he’ll likely face.”

      “Why don’t I stick close and see that he’s not overwhelmed,” Dillon offered. “I know all too well what Mick can be like when he’s feeling protective. I imagine he’s a little crazy right now.”

      Caitlyn laughed. She recalled her grandfather’s reaction when he’d discovered that his mother was being courted by an old flame in Dublin. He’d been all but impossible to reason with.

      “We’ll both be keeping a sharp eye on Mick,” Nell promised. “Now, let’s get to that stew. I’ve all the ingredients ready to go. Do you have paper and a pen?”

      Caitlyn took them out of her pocket. “Right here.”

      Apparently satisfied that she and Nell were warmed up from their walk back to the cottage, Dillon left them to their cooking.

      “You really did luck out with that man,” Caitlyn told Nell.

      “I was twice blessed,” she replied. “You didn’t know your great-grandfather, but he was a fine man, too. I think that was one reason it took Mick so long to warm up to the idea of Dillon being back in my life. He loved his father. I think he thought I’d always mourn him.”

      “But he finally realized that we have an unlimited capacity for love, didn’t he?” Caitlyn said. “Do you think the O’Briens mate for life like a few of the creatures in nature? You’re with the first man you ever loved, even after having a whole family with another man. Grandpa Mick and Grandma Megan got back together after years of being divorced. Even Mom eventually came back to Trace, her own first love.”

      “Are you really wondering if this Noah of yours is your soul mate?” Nell asked gently. “Or if you’re going to be acting too hastily by marrying him just because of the baby?”

      Caitlyn was relieved to have Nell recognize her real worry. “Exactly,” she said.

      “Only you know the answer to that,” Nell said as she diced vegetables and put them into a pot of water on the stove along with various spices. As they began to simmer, filling the air with a wonderfully rich aroma, she sat across from Caitlyn. She took a sip of her tea and waited, then smiled. “Since you haven’t had a word to say to that, I assume you don’t know the answer.”

      Caitlyn

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