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“WELCOME TO O’LEARY’S PUB. What can I get you?” The greeting rolled off Kennedy Reynolds’ tongue as she continued to work the taps with deft hands.

The man on the other side of the long, polished bar gaped at her. “You’re American.”

Kennedy topped off the pint of Harp and slid it expertly into a patron’s waiting hand. “So are you.” She injected the lilt of Ireland into her voice instead of the faint twang of East Tennessee. “You’d be expectin’ somethin’ more along these lines, I’d wager. So what’ll it be for a strapping Yank like yourself?”

The guy only blinked at her.

So she wasn’t exactly typical of County Kerry, Ireland. Her sisters would be the first to say she wasn’t exactly typical of anyone, anywhere. It didn’t bother her. But there was a line stacking up behind this slack-jawed idiot, and she had work to do.

“Can I suggest a pint of Guinness? Or perhaps you’d prefer whiskey to warm you through? The night’s still got a bit of a chill.”

He seemed to shake himself. “Uh, Jameson.”

She poured his drink, already looking past him to take the next order, when he spoke again.

“How’s a girl from—is that Texas I hear in there?—wind up working in a pub in Ireland?”

This again? Really? Kennedy repressed the eye roll, determined to be polite and professional

A big, long-fingered hand slapped the guy on the shoulder hard enough to almost slosh the whiskey. “Well now, I suppose herself walked right in and answered the help wanted sign.” The speaker shifted twinkling blue eyes to Kennedy’s. “That was how it happened in Dublin, now wasn’t it, darlin’?”

“And Galway,” she added, shooting a grin in Flynn’s direction. “I’d heard rumor you were playing tonight. Usual?”

“If you’d be so kind. It’s good to see you, deifiúr beag.” His voice was low and rich with affection, the kind of tone for greeting an old lover—which was laughable. Flynn Bohannon was about as far from her lover as he could get. But it did the trick.

With some relief, Kennedy saw the American wander away. “Thanks for that.”

“All in a day’s work,” Flynn replied.

“I’ve missed your pretty face.” She glanced at the nearly black beard now covering his cheeks as she began to pull his pint of Murphy’s Irish Stout. “Even if you are hiding it these days.”

He grinned, laying a hand over his heart. “Self preservation, love.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Kennedy glanced at the line snaking back through the pub. “I’m slammed here, and you’re starting your set shortly. Catch up later?”

Flynn lifted the beer and toasted her before making his way toward the tiny stage shoehorned beside the fireplace, where the other two members of his trio were waiting.

Mhairi, one of the waitstaff, wandered over, setting her tray on the bar as she all but drooled in his direction. “Well now, I’d not be kickin’ that one out of bed for eating crisps.”

“Wait ’til you hear him play.”

Mhairi glanced back at Kennedy, lifting a brow in question. “Are you and he…?”

“No. Just friends. The way there is clear, so far as I know.”

The waitress smiled. “Brilliant.” She reeled off orders and it was back to the job at hand.

As Kennedy continued to pour drinks, Flynn and his band tuned instruments. They weren’t the same pair who’d been with him in Dublin, whom she’d traveled with for several weeks as an extra voice. That wasn’t much of a surprise. It’d been—what?—a year or so since they’d parted in Scotland. Flynn would, she knew, go where the music took him. And that sometimes meant changing up his companions. He was as much an unfettered gypsy as she was, which was why they’d become such fast friends. But whereas he didn’t mind a different city or village every night, she preferred to take a more leisurely pace, picking up seasonal work and staying put for two or three months at a stretch. Really immersing herself in the culture of a place. The ability to pause and soak in each new environment gave her both the thrill of the new and kept her from feeling that incessant, terrified rush of not being able to fit in everything she wanted to see or do. It was important to her to avoid that, to take the time to be still in a place and find out what it really had to teach her.

The itinerant lifestyle worked for her. She’d seen huge chunks of the world over the past decade, made friends of every stripe, picked up bits and pieces of more than a dozen languages. Many people saw her life as unstable. She preferred to think of it as an endless adventure. What did their stability give them? Consistent money in the bank, yes. But also boredom and stress and a suffocating sameness. No, thank you. Kennedy would take her unique experiences any day. Never mind that the desk jobs and business suits had never even been a possibility for her. She’d been ill-suited for the education that led to those anyway.

Across the pub, Flynn drew his bow across his fiddle and launched into a lively jig. The crowd immediately shifted its focus. Those who knew the tune began to clap or stomp in time, and a handful of patrons leapt up and into the dance. Kennedy loved the spontaneity of it, the unreserved joy and fun. As jig rolled into reel and reel into hornpipe, she found herself in her own kind of dance as she moved behind the bar. Flynn switched instruments with the ease of shaking hands, playing or lifting his voice as the tune dictated. He even dragged Kennedy in for a couple of duets that made her nostalgic for their touring days. His music made the night pass quickly, so she didn’t feel the ache in her feet until she’d shut the door behind the last patron.

Flynn kicked back against the bar. “A good night, I’d say.”

“A very good night,” Kennedy agreed.

“Help you clean up?”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

They went through the

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