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He shifted, sliding between my legs, already hard. I inhaled sharply.

“Again?” I whispered.

“Always,” he replied. “Until you feel how much you were missed.” He kissed me. “How loved you are.”

I wound my arms around his neck.

“I’m good with that.”

* * *

Hand in hand, we walked into the hospital room. Roisin was sitting up against the pillows, looking better. Her color was returning and her eyes gleamed. Her hair was freshly washed, and she smiled when she saw us. If you looked, you could see the droop to her eye and mouth, and the way her arm curled into her lap. But she was improving.

“Finn—darling. Tell me that is decent tea.” She made a clucking sound with her tongue. “You would think they could do an acceptable cup here, for heaven’s sake. I’m still in Ireland after all.”

Finn chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. “Tea, yes. Una picked you out a scone too. She had one yesterday and said it was delicious.”

I sat beside her, opening the tea and breaking off a piece of scone and handing it to her. “You sound better this morning.”

She nodded, chewing the scone and swallowing. “The doctor was pleased when he came in. Surprised.”

“I’m not,” Sully said with a laugh. “It’s Roisin Black. Nothing is going to keep her down for long. And God forbid you take away her speech. She’s not having that shite.”

I grinned, meeting Roisin’s dancing eyes. They looked like Finn’s. Niall’s were dark like his father’s apparently. Sully had inherited the same deep-brown color from his father, who was Niall’s uncle. Finn had explained all the relationship lines to me. Once Finn went to live with Roisin, they hung around together since Sully lived a few doors away. Although older, Sully treated them as equals.

“He was never a jerk,” Finn explained. “We were tight then. Still are now.”

Roisin tried to wink, the flutter not quite right yet, but I saw the affection in her gaze as she looked at the three men in her hospital room. They all adored her, and the feeling was obviously mutual.

She sipped her tea and finished her scone. She sighed, leaning back on the pillows. “Sully, what I told you. Please repeat to my son and nephew. It’s too many words right now.”

He shook his head. “I’m not sure I’m in agreement with Roisin about this, but I will express her wishes. She has a small cottage in Scotland she inherited years ago.”

Niall looked surprised. “Mum, you never said anything. From whom?”

She shrugged. “An old friend. You never met her.”

Sully continued. “I go and check on it from time to time. I’ve stayed there, and so has your second cousin Bonnie from Canada. It’s a small place. Otherwise, we rent it from time to time—only to people we know.”

Finn and Niall exchanged a look but let him finish. “Your mum wants to give it to me. Since I’m there and all. She says neither of you would be interested, but I don’t want to take away your inheritance. It could be worth a good amount to the right buyer.”

Roisin spoke up. “And I said it isn’t for sale. I promised Lenore I would keep it in my family.”

Niall frowned. “If that’s what you want, that’s fine, Mum.” He looked at Sully. “I’m not worried about an inheritance at all. I’m certainly not concerned about a cottage I didn’t even know existed. I’d like to see it someday, though.”

Finn nodded. “Me as well. If Roisin wants you to have it, it’s fine. No objections. She’s right—you’re in Edinburgh. We’re half a world away. If you can use it and enjoy it, you should have it.”

Sully scrubbed his neck. “I appreciate that. I enjoy going at times. It’s on the edge of a small village and right by the water. Rustic. I go to clear my mind on occasion.”

“Then take it with my blessing,” Niall stated. “You’re family. It’s a gift from Mum, and I will respect that.”

Finn nodded in agreement.

“I want to give it to him now, not wait until something, ah, happens,” Roisin stated. “Have it all legal and binding.”

“He’s the right bloke,” Finn said with a smile. “He can sew that up easy, right, Sully? A walk in the park for you.”

“Arse,” Sully said, flipping the finger.