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She grinned. “I told him this morning.”

“And?”

“He pulled his hair, beat his chest, and gave me the whole no-you-are-not speech.”

“To which you said?”

“Nothing. I kept drinking my tea.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “And then?”

“He paced and muttered. I think he might have called me something rude in Irish, but I’m not fluent. Then he informed me two men would accompany me. And only if it was in the park on the path and I didn’t deviate.”

“Which is where you planned to run all along.”

“Yes.”

“I should take up running,” I said with a frown. “Except I hate it. I like yoga and walking.”

“We could power walk together.”

“By walking, I meant a stroll. Maybe with a coffee.”

Una giggled. “You are so much fun. I could do that.”

“One day,” I hedged.

“No. Next week, you start work. When our shift is over, we walk. Goals. Those are our goals.”

“But you’ll be upstairs.”

She shook her head. “No, I discussed that with Finn as well. I’m going to stick to the front desk, where you’ll be.”

“You don’t have to do that, Una,” I protested, touched.

“It makes sense. You’ll be comfortable. The boys can track us in one place and not worry. Besides, I’ll be leaving to get married and going to Ireland with Finn. It’s not fair to start training, only to leave after a few days. Cleo in the front office agreed when I spoke with her earlier, and even Finn said it made sense.”

“So, we’ll work together?” I asked, delighted.

“Yes.” She winked. “But I’m tough.”

Grinning, I sat back. “Bring it on.”

Sunday night, I couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow loomed, and while the thought of learning and being useful was exciting, the thought of being out of the suite and involved with people again felt daunting. Not to mention the walk we were going on after our shift.

Una’s run had gone well, although I had laughed when I’d seen Finn was the one escorting her. He insisted he enjoyed running and had been missing it as well, even as beside him, Una rolled her eyes. Earlier today, Tom and John escorted her, Finn appearing, trying to look casual as he waited for her return. Niall was sitting next to me and chuckled, and the two of them traded insults in Irish. Una looked between them, patting a sheen of sweat off her brow.

“You—” she pointed at Niall “—are no better. She is safe in the hotel. I am safe running. You said so yourself.”

“Safe from any danger we currently know of,” Finn stated smoothly. “We will always err on the side of caution.”

She muttered something that sounded like “Feck’s sake,” and I chuckled.

“Careful, Una. Hanging with these two, you’re sounding more like them every day.”

Niall laughed and pulled me close. “You will too. Besides, I think you have a little Irish in you somewhere.” He winked. “I know so ’cause I put it there.”

I rested my head on the window, staring over the city, the thoughts of earlier making me smile.