Page 10 of A Billionaire Abroad

She laughed. “I’ll know it when I see it.”

“Just how far did you walk that first morning?”

She didn’t know, exactly. “Far.”

He looked at her. “Were you escaping?”

“No, I wasn’t—” But then something stopped her. “Maybe a little. I was in an unfamiliar place and that room is—don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful and huge, but. . .” She sighed.

“But it’s notyou.”

She shook her head. “I’m not fancy like that. I like it, but it’s hard to feel relaxed, and that makes it hard to work.”

“Well, then.” Conall motioned to the open air around them. “Take in this grand old town. It’ll ease your mind and let you relax. I do some of my best thinking out on the living streets.”

She filled her lungs with cool, humid air and let herself just enjoy the ride.

The driver announced Dublin Castle to the left.

“That’s not my church,” she said before Conall could ask the question she knew was on his mind.

He laughed and, for once, it didn’t bother her in the least.

Mere moments later, directly in front of them, she spotted it. “That’s my castle church.” She pointed at it. “That’s it.”

“Ah, Christ Church Cathedral,” he said. “You did walk far that morning. She’s a grand lady. I commend your taste.”

The closer they got, the more beautiful it became. “You don’t suppose they hire out for events, do you?” she asked with a grin.

“Blasphemy. Careful or they’ll toss you in the catacombs.”

That brought her full attention to him. “There are catacombs?”

“Oh, there are catacombs.”

When the bus stopped at the cathedral, they got off. He showed her the cathedral, the catacombs, the Viking museum next door. They walked up to St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Marsh’s Library next to that enormous church. The green bus took them all around the city. They’d hop off any time something caught her fancy or whenever there was something he thought she’d enjoy.

The entire day passed that way. Fun and joyous. And, though he likely didn’t realize it, it was a dream come true. She’d always wanted to see Ireland, and Dublin in particular. And she had, though the experience had convinced her there was so much more to see than she would ever have time for.

But as they returned to the hotel in the early evening, a horrible realization struck her. She was supposed to have a venue for Sterling’s networking event booked and ready in time to tell him the details in the morning. She hadn’t done a lick of work.

“Breathe a bit, Keighley,” Conall said. “You can sort this.”

She’d faced tighter turnarounds than this. She could manage it. And, though she’d resented the help at first, having Conall’s knowledge of the city would help.

A bit of calm settled over her again. “We can grab dinner at the hotel restaurant and toss around ideas while we eat.”

It proved a bit of genius. They talked through a lot of possibilities, narrowing down their ideas until they knew better what they were aiming for: elegant and sleek, like the roomsSterling had chosen that fithimso well, as well as the feel of the city itself, to make certain his possible business partners knew he wasn’t sweeping in to change things, but to add to the strength the companies already had.

But where to find such a place?

“The Leprechaun Museum?” Conall suggested.

She couldn’t hold back the laughter at that idea. That particular stop had been a favorite: goofy and fun, but nothing at all like they were looking for.

The server came with the bill for her to sign. Conall kept him there a minute, though.

“Do you have any venues for hire here in the hotel other than the meeting rooms and ballrooms?”