Chapter One
You have…no job experience.In anything.”
Sloan O’Malley did her best not to wring her hands when faced with the incredulous expression of the woman sitting across from her.Her potential future boss.Around them, the little diner bustled with early morning customers, either coming in before their day got started or ending their night shift.It felt like every single one of them was staring at her.
She realized she hadn’t answered the question that wasn’t a question and cleared her throat.“I’m a hard worker, and I learn fast.”Sloan hoped it was true.She’d never had to put herself to the test, and it was slightly horrifying to realize just how sheltered she’d been when it came to actual life skills.“Please.I need this job.”
The money her brother Teague had sent would last a few more weeks, but she didn’t want to lose that precious cushion.Besides, she was so incrediblytiredof sitting around while life passed her by.That was why she’d escaped her family to begin with, slipping out like a thief in the night and traveling from Boston across the country without a word to anyone.They would look for her—she’d be a fool to believe otherwise.And if Teague had to send her more resources, it would be too easy for her father to find her.Seamus O’Malley was a cold-hearted bastard who had millions in the bank and all kinds of unsavory connections.One daughter had already slipped his control, and Sloan wasn’t sure his pride could take another hit.
She had to stand on her own two feet for the first time in twenty-four years.
She just hoped she wasn’t about to fall flat on her face.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to produce a convincing smile.The owner of the diner, Marge, did not look convinced.What could Sloan possibly say that would make the woman hire her?“Marge—”
“Here’s the deal.”Marge sat back.She was an older woman with a no-nonsense face creased with laugh lines that spoke of a life well lived.Her graying hair was pulled back into a bun, and she wore serviceable clothes and a nondescript apron.She seemed like someone who could take anything life threw at her.“You look like trouble, and the last thing either I or this town needs is trouble.”
Sloan tried not to wilt at that, but Marge wasn’t through.She sighed.“But I have a thing for strays and you’re nothing if not that.I’ll give you a shot.You screw up, you’re done.You’re late, you’re done.You bring any unnecessary drama to my door, you’re done.Got it?”
She could hardly believe what she was hearing.“You’re hiring me?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”Marge shook her head and pushed to her feet.She had to be nearly six feet tall and she was built like a linebacker.“Show up tomorrow morning at seven.Dress comfortably, because I’m not going to be sending you home if your shoes pinch your feet.You complain—”
“I’m done.”
A small smile graced Marge’s lips, then disappeared as soon as it’d come.“Yep.Now get lost.You’re distracting the menfolk and these fools have places to be.”She turned and walked across the diner to the counter and snapped her fingers at the cook through the gap in the wall where the food was delivered.“Hurry up, Luke.You know damn well that the judge has places to be and he’ll be wanting his breakfast as soon as he walks through the door.”
Sloan got up and hurried out the door.I got the job!Her first impulse was to call Teague and tell him, but she had to remind herself she was only supposed to call in case of an emergency.
She missed her family, missed knowing that they were just a phone call away if she needed them.She hadn’t counted on that.
She headed for the beach, needing to burn off her pent-up energy.With the way the interview had gone, she’d been sure Marge was going to tell her to get lost.She’d even prepared herself for it.To have the woman do exactly the opposite made Sloan’s head spin.She’s taking a chance on me and she doesn’t even know me.Sloan could hardly believe it.In her world, people didn’t take chances on strangers like that.
Except that wasn’t her world anymore.
This was.
The sea air cleared some of the static in her head.She’d spent her entire life in Boston, but the ocean felt different on this coast.Wild.Free.Vast beyond comprehension.She slipped off her shoes and dug her toes into the sand.
Callaway Rock was about three miles from one side of the town limits to the other, all of it stretched out along the beach.The little house where she was living was on the southern outskirts, and the diner was smack dab in the middle.It might have been smarter to drive over, but she liked the walk.There might come a time when she didn’t crave the sand beneath her feet and the ocean breeze in her face, but that day wasn’t today.
Two weeks ago, she’d been in the middle of humid eighty-degree weather in Boston, but here it could have been fall instead of early August.The air had a crispness that never seemed to go away, no matter the time of day.Even though it was warm enough that she wished for a tank top, the breeze coming off the water made it downright pleasant.
Everything about Callaway Rock was downright pleasant.
Her shoes dangling from her fingertips, she started walking, letting her mind wander.The last week had been the first time she had truly lived alone, and the learning curve was…strange.There were so many little things she’d taken for granted, things she’d never bothered with because the O’Malleys had a full-time staff to do everything from cooking to cleaning.
It turned out Sloan wasn’t much of a cook.
I’ll figure it out.All I have is time.
All she’d ever wanted to do was get away from life as the daughter of an Irish crime lord, to remove herself from the playing field where she’d never have control.And she had, with Teague’s help.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t turn off her brain, and she kept wondering how Keira was doing, and if Aiden was holding up under the increasing pressure as heir to one-third of Boston’s underworld: O’Malleys, Sheridans, Hallorans.And Cillian.Last she’d heard, he’d been off in Connecticut with that woman.Had things turned out?They must have, because if something had happened to Cillian, Teague would have called her.
She hoped.
She trailed off to a stop, staring blindly at the tide coming in.Then there was Carrigan.Her big sister.The one she couldn’t quite forgive, no matter how much time or distance was between them.It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right, but Sloan couldn’t let her betrayal go.
