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“This is your hotel?”

“One of them,” he said with a smile. “I wanted you to see it.”

He swiped the keycard and pressed the button for the top floor. The doors opened to an opulent hallway, and he guided me to one of two doors, swiping the key. Inside, I gasped as I took in the space. Large and open, it was luxurious yet warm. Comfortable-looking furniture, a fireplace, and thick rugs welcomed us. A small kitchen set in an alcove was state-of-the-art. The bedroom boasted a four-poster bed hung with beautiful material that swept the floor and a sitting area with another fireplace. The bathroom was sumptuous, with a sunken tub and a multiheaded shower. The colors were a rich blend of blues and greens, with creams and burgundy. The fabrics were heavy and a feast for the eyes and the woods detailed and intricate.

It was exquisite.

“Finn,” I breathed out. “I can’t even⁠—”

He wrapped his arms around me. “Awesome, isn’t it? It’s my favorite room of any hotel I own. It is rented to very few people.” He pressed a kiss to my head. “Sully borrows it if he wants to impress someone.”

“A woman someone?”

“I don’t ask.” His grip tightened. “Is my woman impressed?”

I turned in his arms. “Very much so. Overwhelmed, if I’m being honest. I’m not used to this level of, ah…”

“…wealth?” he finished for me.

“Yes.”

He leaned against a plush chair. “I know it’s not something you’re used to or even comfortable with, Una, but for today—” he inhaled and gazed at me seriously “—for today, can you let me spoil you? Accept what I want to give you. Just for today. I need that.”

“You need that?”

“Yes. I feel ten feet tall when I give you something you like. I want to feel that the rest of the day.”

“Nothing over the top.”

“As in?”

“Jewelry I’ll never wear. Diamonds. Cars. A hotel of my own. Overly extravagant.”

His eyes glinted. “Anything else?”

I sighed. “What did you have in mind?”

“A little clothes shopping. Maybe a handbag or shoes.” He leaned down and nipped my neck. “Something lacy and silky that only I get to see?”

I looked up at him, smiling. “I’d love to see you in something lacy and silky. What color are you going for? Green to set off your hair?”

He threw back his head in laughter. “Funny girl. That cheek gets me one extravagant thing. Now, let’s go. The car is waiting.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

UNA

Finn’s idea of doing a little clothes shopping was vastly different from mine. I generally went to a few of my usual stores, headed for the clearance rack, and used my local vintage shop for the dresses I wore when I sang. And those, I rotated as well. I had been saving up everything for my future business.

Finn liked high-end. He never looked at price tags, and once he saw something he liked, he bought it. We wandered down Grafton Street and over to St. Stephen’s Green, and I shopped in stores whose windows I had only ever admired. He laughed quietly when I asked where the clearance area was in the first store we went into.

“Not today, mo chroí. Not today.”

I was grateful he wasn’t pushy and he realized I wouldn’t wear a lot of the extravagant outfits with my lifestyle, but he insisted on a few sweaters and a lovely dress he saw in a window. It was a beautiful shade of blue, reminding me of his eyes, and he had me try it on.

The way his eyes darkened and his hands curled into fists as if trying to stop himself from coming at me when he saw me in it made me blush.

“For when we go out to dinner,” he insisted.