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to him and place my hand in the crook of his arm. The two of us don’t speak again until we’re seated together at the little table set in the middle of the room.

This is one of my favorite rooms in the house and one my da reconstructed for me to be able to sit in the window seat to read my books when I were in here, rather than on the floor where I would sit as a child.

Da places a small box on the table and slides it across the table. “This was do mhama,” he whispers softly, eyes gentle but saddened as he mentions my mamma. He used to say my mamma was the love of his life, the other half of his heart and no one else would align to his in the way she did.

I never understood this, and if I’m honest, I still don’t.

Reaching out, I pick the box up and open it to find a sapphire ring sitting within it. “Do mhama, she wanted you to have this for the day you married,” he utters the words as tears prick at my eyes.

My breath hitches in my chest as I close my eyes. Memories of my mamma wearing this very same ring. Her smiling at me when she’d tell Bridget and me about the Christmas Da gave it to her. She’d sometimes take it off for me to put on. Other times the ring would be gleaming in the sunlight as she’d dance in the yard with us, laughing and giggling. I wish she were still here; she was the most wonderful mom you could ask for. She’d go to the ends of the earth for her children, and God took her all too soon with the accident she’d been in.

That day our lives changed dramatically. Yes, Da still made time for Bridget and me but started working far more than he used to. This was when Bridget’s overdramatics began, and I started to really seclude myself from the world not wanting to be hurt in any way.

It’s also why I’ll do my duty to my father because I highly doubt whoever I’m to marry in two weeks will ever be a man I could give my heart to.

Opening my eyes, I glance to my da with shimmering eyes. “Thank you, Da. I love it, but will Bridget be upset that I received this and she didn’t?”

“No, Alison. I’ve spoken with do dheirfiúr, and she agrees that you should have it since she was given a necklace of do mhama’s at Uilliam’s christening,” Da mutters, causing my chest to tighten once again. I’d missed so much in my attempt to stay away until it was time to wed.

“I love you, Da,” I whisper, placing the box on the table and stand to my feet in order to round the table and throw myself into his arms. Da stands before I can get to him and holds his arms out for me as I make it to him. Wrapping his arms around me, I allow the tears to finally slide down my cheeks. He’s the only man I think I’ll ever allow in my heart.

He’s my strength and who I turn to when I need comforting. And this is one of the things I’ve missed out on the past two years because I’d been selfish in not coming home from the abbey to visit.

Chapter Three

Mitch

“Mitch, are you gonna take me home to have your wicked way with or what?” the chick I’d picked up for the night purrs while reaching a hand up to trail her fingers over my chest. Tonight’s the last night I have before leaving for Ireland and my impending nuptials to Alison.

I’ve taken advantage of these last two weeks in getting my cock deep into as much pussy as possible. I did this with the sole thought of never doing anything but only vanilla fuckin’ for the rest of my life. As a man of honor, I would never cheat on Alison once we’re married, and considering she’s probably boring as hell, I’ll have to make do with what she’ll give me.

So with tonight being my last night hurrah as such, I’m gonna have one last fuck before getting on the jet early in the morning.

Grinning at the woman, I take in her dark hair and body. This has been something else I’ve done a lot more of these past two weeks. Finding women who have dark hair. Dean showed me a recent picture Tomàs had sent to Bridget of her sister when she’d gotten home, and of course, they had to have me look at Alison.

I can’t say I blame them for this. She’s definitely changed in the last two years having filled out somewhat. This is also the reason for my change from blondes to darker haired women. That and my wife coming to me in my dreams.

Her dream visits have seemed strange. Especially when she keeps saying that it’s okay for me to move on. That I should let her go completely and find happiness. I could never let her go. Not completely. She was the woman who held my heart, even if our marriage had been short-lived before she’d been killed.

“Yeah, we can get out of here, and I’ll take you somewhere to fuck your brains out then send you on your way. You good with that, then we’ll go. Otherwise, I ain’t taking you anywhere,” I mutter, putting it out there that this is a one and done. I won’t be back for seconds and she sure as fuck won’t be sleeping next to me.

“Oh, that’s fine with me.” She giggles, lifting her drink with her free hand and downs the rest of the fruity mixed drink she’d been drinking all night.

I’d already finished my drink and signaled for the bartender to close my tab. Standing from my seat, I take the woman’s hand and guide her out of the club we’d been at.