Текст книги "Running Back"

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I waved. “Nice to meet you.”

Anna tilted her head. “You’re an American.” She pursed her lips together, and then I watched as suspicion visibly entered her mind. Her eyes flickered back and forth between us. “Wait. Wait.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mike said levelly.

She started shaking her head. “Do you two—do you two know each other?”

Mike and I exchanged a glance. “Um,” I hedged. “We met once—twice—in New York.”

“Oh my God.” Now she spoke directly to her brother. “I can’t believe you. Are you serious?”

Mike finally sounded exasperated. “Anna, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Anna raised one hand and pressed another to her heart like she was about to place an oath. “God forbid you want to spend any time with your actual fucking family.” She turned and stomped off.

Mike and I watched her go, and her comments slowly fell in place for me. I looked at Mike. “Did she think...that I came here with you? Like as a...girlfriend or something?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I think so. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay,” I said on autopilot. “I mean, it makes sense why she’d be mad at you then, if she thought she had her brother to herself and then he’d brought some random girl with him.”

He let out a deep breath and leaned his head into his hands. “Before this week, I’d forgotten how much teens talked in italics.”

That startled a laugh out of me. “I don’t know, sometimes I think I talk in italics a lot. Or all caps.”

Two more women walked through the door, at a much more sedate pace. One had the same bright hair as Mike and Anna, and looked my age. The other, a pale brunette, wore jeans and what everyone else called a mom haircut, though my mother would never be caught dead like that. She smiled, and I saw an echo of Mike in her.

She kissed her son on the cheek. “Hello, dear.” She angled herself at me and smiled, clearly expecting an introduction.

Mike provided it, gesturing my way. “This is Natalie Sullivan, an...acquaintance from home. She’s—interested in local history.”

The second sister snorted. When we all turned to look at her, she covered it with a cough, looking a little red. “Sorry. Something in my throat. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Lauren.”

“And I’m Kate,” the mother said. “It’s so nice to meet one of Mike’s friends. Won’t you join us for dinner?”

“Mom—” Mike began in a low voice.

Kate blinked. “Unless you don’t want to, of course.”

I felt caught. I wouldn’t mind eating with a family, but not if Mike didn’t want me there. “I’d love to,” I said a little uncertainly, and then glanced at Mike. “I mean, if it’s okay with you?”

It only took half a second before he had that charming smile back on his face. “Yeah, of course.”

* * *

We ate in a comfortable, well-appointed dining room, where the wide windows let in the last of the day’s light and the other tables were filled with the rest of the inn’s guests. Eileen and her granddaughter brought out greens, a beet salad, hearty brown bread, beef stew and mashed potatoes.

Kate smiled as we all served ourselves. “So how did you two meet?”

Mike smoothed butter across his bread. “Natalie’s...considering working in the area.”

Lauren propped her chin on her hand and looked skeptical.

“Oh, I see.” Kate frowned into her food. “So where are you staying, Natalie?”

“Here, actually.” I pointed at the ceiling. “Third floor.”

Kate nodded. “Mike, isn’t that where you are?”

I glanced at Mike, who looked equally guilty. He cleared his throat. It was kind of charming to see a celebrity cowed by his mom. “Yeah. That’s me.”

Anna snorted.

“Hmm.” Kate paused to let a spoonful of stew cool. “I’d been hoping Michael was finally introducing us to a girlfriend.”

I started coughing on my salad.

“Mom!” Mike and Anna chorused. Lauren just let out a long, beleaguered sigh.

“What?” Kate didn’t sound embarrassed at all. “I was married by the time I was Lauren’s age. I don’t think it’s so unreasonable to want the same for my children.”

“Thank you, Mom, for pointing out your marital status at twenty-three again,” Lauren said.

“Natalie is just a friend, Mom,” Mike added. “We’ve barely even known each other a month.”

Kate raised her brow. “If you insist,” she said, in much the same way my brother Evan said the lady doth protest too much.

Something hit my shin. “Ow!”

A horrified expression crossed Lauren’s face. “Oh my God, I am so sorry, I was aiming for Mike.”

Mike leaned his head back and groaned.

Anna laughed.

Kate held out the breadbasket in my direction. “Would you like another piece, Natalie?”

“That sounds great,” I said, and took one.

Mike pulled himself up out of his embarrassment to look at his mom. “So what’s the schedule? Did you see Patrick’s wife?”

Kate stabbed more forcefully than necessary at a beet, sending it skittering across her plate. “We’ll swing by Friday morning. Tomorrow we need to go shopping.” She directed a pointed look at her youngest. “Anna, despite bringing a wardrobe entirely in black, doesn’t have a single appropriate outfit for the—what’s it called?” She turned to her eldest daughter.

“The month’s mind.” Lauren looked at me when she explained. “It’s like a month after someone dies, family and friends go to mass and have a meal to remember the person. We missed the funeral, so we’re going to it instead.”

“He’s already buried,” Anna said. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “It’s a matter of respect.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How is it respectful to skip out on the funeral and then run around town?”

Kate frowned. “Anna. Do not swear.”

She slammed her fork down. “For Christ’s sake, Mom. What are you going to do about it? Ship me away from my friends and my boyfriend and my job for the summer? Oh, wait. That already happened.” She shoved back the chair and stomped out of the room, her combat boots heavy on the pale wooden floor.

Wow. I wished I’d been that ballsy at her age.

Kate turned to me. “I’m sorry. I wish I could say she wasn’t always like this...”

“Is she?” Mike sounded surprised. “She definitely had an attitude when she visited New York, but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

Kate smiled flatly as she raised her drink again. “That, dear, is because you don’t live with her.”

Family politics were above my pay grade. With a smile and a flurry of pleasantries all around, I left them to their squabbling.

Chapter Six

Back in my room, I video-called Cam, and to my shock and delight she answered. I could see her bed and posters behind her. She stared squealing immediately “You’re there! Oh my God! How is it?”

“Ireland’s gorgeous. Haven’t seen the village yet. As for the inn—well. I’m staying across the hall from Michael O’Connor. I met and then had dinner with his entire family just now.”

She started laughing and flailing her arms about. “Ahh! I’m so excited!”

I couldn’t help grinning. “It’s so awkward. I actually like him as a person, but I feel weird about the whole Kilkarten excavation disagreement thing. How are we supposed to act?”

“You could try to get him to reconsider.”

“If only.” I paused, and then rushed my next words. “I did kind of have a thought.”

She raised her brows and gestured regally. “Do go on.”

“He has two sisters. And I kind of wondered... What’s their take on the excavation? Maybe they just have great poker faces, but when I said I was an archaeologist interested in the area, they acted like they’d never heard of me. Shouldn’t Mike have talked to them about the dig before he rejected it?”

She shrugged. “Maybe he owns the land outright and didn’t need their agreement.”

“Maybe,” I agreed, but that sounded dubious. I sighed. “It probably doesn’t even matter. Anyway. How are you?”

“I sat through a three hour meeting and listened to people argue about a color scheme. I was like, what does this have to do with anything? Why am I here?”

“How very existential.”

“Oh, but then I was thinking about the color red, and did you know it’s a biological turn on? Like, people are more likely to say they don’t like red lipstick or find red dresses too much, but they actually find it hot. So your football player is scientifically more sexy than others!”

“In Ancient Greece they thought redheads were vampires.”

“Well, that is a great tidbit that you should never mention again.”

I groaned. “His family’s also super nice. They invited me to have dinner with them. Who does that?” I sandwiched my nose and mouth between my palms and pulled them down. “I think I’m going to go knock on his door and try to de-awkwardize this situation.”

“Because going over to his room late at night isn’t awkward?”

I glanced at the clock. “It’s only eight-ten. And won’t admitting this is strange be better than saying nothing?”

She shook her head. “There’s no avoiding awkwardness. You just have to muddle through it until everyone’s made peace.”

Despite that, I still headed across the hall after disconnecting from Cam. I collected my half eaten bag of Reeses, and glanced quickly in the mirror. The reflection wasn’t impressive, but I wasn’t supposed to care about that. I made a face and then stepped out through my door, closing it firmly behind me.

Mike’s door loomed ahead. Well, the bird decal and light green paint kept the looming from being too impressive, but still. I stared at that bird for at least a minute, breathing shallowly, before I took two quick steps across the hall and banged loudly on his door.

It swung inward almost immediately. Mike stood there, ruffling his gleaming curls with a towel. He’d slung another around his waist. It dipped dangerously low. “Hey.”

Instead of answering, I watched water trickle down his neck, tracing down his bare, tan chest, and slipping over his well-defined abdomen.

“Like what you see?”

I dragged my gaze up to his grinning face. “Shouldn’t you not open your door half naked?”

His grin widened and he shrugged nonchalantly.

My gaze slipped down again, and I yanked them up as my cheeks burned. “Uh. Sorry. I can come back some other time.”

His eyes danced. “Just give me five.”

I nodded as I backed away, but once I’d closed my door I leaned against it and let out a moan.

Apparently not quietly enough, because I heard a low chuckle through my door. I tossed the candy on the dresser and then flung myself onto my bed, this time using my pillow to muffle my embarrassment.

For five impossibly long minutes, I tried to make myself breathe deeply and think of something calming and non-sexual. Unfortunately, I was having a hard time coming up with non-sexual objects. Or not just straight up picturing Mike’s body.

I had the worst timing in the history of the world.

Then again, he could have thrown a shirt on. Who answered the door practically naked? I could have been room service. He could have scarred someone.

Then again, he hadn’t seemed surprised to see me, and my door had a peek-hole. So maybe he’d chosen not to put a shirt on.

Okay. I had to stop overthinking everything.

Over five minutes had passed, so I picked up the goods and went back to his door. This time, Mike wore jeans and a Leopard’s T-shirt when he opened the door.

“Sorry,” I said automatically. “About—earlier.”

“No worries. What’s up?”

I lifted the Reeses. “I brought peace offerings.”

He stepped back and I moved inside his room. It had the same set up as mine, but there were already marks of his presence, sneakers and shirts tossed carelessly about. A set of weights lay in one corner, a football beside them. I wondered if he had anyone to practice with here.

The door clicked shut behind me and I turned back to Mike. He cocked his head at the half-eaten bag of candy. “That’s a pretty paltry olive branch.”

“I know. I was munchy earlier.” When he sat on his bed, I took it as my cue to curl up in an overstuffed mint-green armchair several feet away. He didn’t look away from me as he leaned against the headboard, his long legs sprawled out before him.

I took a deep breath. “Look, I know it’s a little awkward, me being here. Especially when I’m sort of a work problem and this is your personal life, and your family’s here... If it bothers you, I can get a room in Cork.” The bus ride would take an hour to get to the village, but that would be preferable to dealing with Mike if he didn’t want me here. “So, I don’t know, I just of thought if you had any issues you wanted aired, we could air them. Now. Until we’re cool.”

He stared at me.

I sank my head into my hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not a very eloquent speaker. Which sort of sucks, because I have a speech to give in September and I’m already freaking out about it.” I sighed and looked up. “How are you so together?”

He popped a Reeses in his mouth. “I’m not together.”

I scoffed.

“Didn’t you see my family down there?”

His warm, entertaining family that was so comfortable with one another that they could pick and snap at each other without fear of damaging their relationships? “Yeah. They’re wonderful.”

“Wonderful in moderation.”

“I mean it. They’re great.”

He cocked his head at my tone. “What’s that mean?”

All right, maybe I’d been a little too emphatic. I lifted my shoulders in slight embarrassment. “They were great.”

His eyes widened. “Are you kidding? Didn’t you notice my little sister storming out?”

I dismissed that with a wave of my hand. “She’s seventeen.”

“Yeah, old enough to know better. Were you like that at seventeen?”

I’d been president of National Honors Society, president of the French club, vice-president of the Sobriety Council, junior member of the Rotary Club and a choir member. For my seventeenth birthday party, my parents’ friends’ children and several members of my class had come over for a catered dinner by a local celebrity chef.

That year, like the sixteen before it, I had spent almost every day wanting to gouge my eyes out in the few moments I didn’t feel numb.

“At least she has a personality,” I said firmly.

“What, and you didn’t?”

I shrugged. “I had personas.” The perfect daughter, the perfect student. “Pretty boring. I’d take cursing goth kids any day.”

He groaned. “She’s dating some baby biker dude. Instead of going to college she wants to work in his sister’s tattoo parlor.”

“Well. I guess she won’t have to worry about student loans?”

“She won’t have loans. I’m paying.”

“Maybe she wants to be fiscally responsible.”

He shot me a look. “Yeah, that sounds like Anna.”

“It’s not exactly easy, having perfect older brothers.”

He raised a brow. “Which you know about?”

I shrugged. “Maybe not perfect. But I always felt second-best.”

“Why?”

“Oh.” Now I felt silly, because I hadn’t meant the conversation to come around to me, and I actively avoided talking about my family to anyone besides Cam. “My brothers are from my dad’s first marriage, and I think he kind of preferred them. Not a big deal or anything, he just didn’t know how to relate to me.”

He tilted his head. His hair, still straightened from his shower, was beginning to dry and curl. “Sounds like a big deal.”

Suddenly edgy, I jumped up and walked to the window. He had a view out the back of the inn, toward several cottages and the endless rolling hills and hedgerows. Lavender clouds rolled across the deepening blue night. “It really wasn’t. What about you? Where’s your dad?” A second after the words left my mouth, I remembered that his dad had to be gone for him to inherit Kilkarten. I turned to see him, my eyes widening. “I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.”

We were both silent, but neither of us looked away. I could feel the space of the room constraining, or his presence growing, until it was as though I could only see him. My head felt light. I broke contact first and headed back to the armchair, busying myself with settling back in. “Anna must have been little.”

“Seven.”

Wow.

“What’s that look for?”

I raised my eyes, startled at the question. “I wasn’t giving you a look.”

His smile contained a hint of skepticism. “Yeah, you were.”

Fine. “Sounds like you’ve been father-figuring your youngest sister and supporting your whole family for a long time.”

He let out a wry breath. “Lauren said about the same. She wants to ‘fix’ things while we’re here.”

“‘Things’?”

“Us. Our family.”

“How?”

He met my eyes again, with that same powerful intensity, and gave me a crooked smile different from the regular one he used to charm people. “I wish I knew the answer.”

I acknowledged the difficulty of that with my own wry smile. “How do you usually deal with problems?”

He watched me with a very odd, very aware expression. “Usually I smile a lot and people end up agreeing with me. Or liking me, so they alter things to go my way.”

I blinked but couldn’t look away. He looked back, his gaze bright and focused, like he saw something unusual and worth studying. I swallowed. “And of course, you’ve already figured out that I do the same thing.”

“You were shocked when I said no to the dig. I bet people don’t say no to you very often.”

“I don’t put myself in positions where people can say no to me that often.”

He tilted his head. “What does that mean?”

I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d meant, myself, so it was difficult to parse into words. Maybe I just didn’t ask or go after things when there was a chance I’d be turned down. I shrugged helplessly.

“What are you going to do while you’re here? I mean—you don’t know anyone here, do you?”

I shrugged. “My advisor’s in Dublin, but he’ll probably come down in two or three weeks. He was planning to, originally... And tomorrow I’m going to talk to your aunt, actually, and she might introduce me to some people who know about the land.”

He straightened. “You are?”

I nodded “I’d been corresponding with her husband for months. It seemed appropriate.” I paused. “What’s she like?”

He looked uncomfortable. “I haven’t actually met her. We’re having lunch day after tomorrow.” His eyes lit up. “I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

He raised his brows. “I’ve been with my family a solid week. I think I deserve the company of someone I’m not related to.”

I raised mine right back at him. “So you deserve my company?”

His voice was little more than a murmur. “Don’t I?”

I sucked in a quick breath. I was suddenly aware of how late it was, how much I’d enjoyed talking to him this evening, how whenever I was in his presence I was always so, so aware of him... And that he had unflinchingly refused to let me excavate Kilkarten, and just several hours ago I’d had the thought of enlisting his sisters for a coup d’etat. “I should go.”

He shook his head. “Must be our catchphrase.”

I paused halfway to the door. “What?”

“You said something like that when we first met. Then I tried to leave Ryan’s fast. But we never seem to get very far from each other, do we?”

I pulled the door open. “I am going.”

He nodded. “See you in the morning.”

I could feel the intensity of his gaze long after I’d tucked myself into bed and turned off all the lights.

* * *

I woke to birdsong. The sun had already risen, and morning light filtered through my window, lying in panels across my bed and the floor. I stretched and twisted and considered my jogging gear, but the time difference had thrown me off and I didn’t have time for a run if I wanted to meet with Maggie O’Connor in two hours. Still, I headed outside so I could get some fresh air and give my appetite time to wake up before breakfast.

I settled on a white stone bench under a cypress tree with my volume of Yeats, which to be honest I never would have read if I hadn’t been in Ireland. My last poetry had been along the lines of Dr. Seuss, who I held in great esteem, but other than him my attention usually drifted off during the first stanza of a poem.

I’d only been there fifteen minutes when Anna walked toward me, clearly coming in for breakfast from the cottage where she was staying. We both hesitated when we caught sight of each other, and then she angled her path to my bench.

I nodded at her. “Morning.”

She nodded back, and shoved her hands into the pockets of her faux leather jacket. The pockets didn’t look like they were actually built to support hands. “Sorry if I was kinda bitchy yesterday.”

I smiled. “We can blame it on jetlag.”

She grunted. “So. Are you a model or something?”

People had asked me that before—mostly because I’d inherited my mother’s height, cheekbones, and famous gray eyes—but I always hated the question. “Definitely not. I’m an archaeologist.”

“Seriously?”

I closed my book and slid over on the bench. “I study Irish history, from about two thousand years ago. I’m interested in the contact between Ireland and Rome, and your family’s farmland might cover an archaeological site that would give more information on that.”

Her jaw dropped open, and she fell onto the bench. “Seriously? Kilkarten? The farm? Are you going to, like, dig it up? That’s awesome.”

Something twinged in my chest, but I ignored it. “I don’t think so. I’m mostly going to be looking at old local records. Sometimes in these rural villages, papers don’t get digitized, so.”

Her brow scrunched up. “Well, why don’t you dig it up? Isn’t that easier?”

“Um.” I glanced back at the inn. So Mike hadn’t talked to his family about the excavation. “It’s complicated.” I shook the thoughts from my head and smiled at Anna. “So, how about you? You’re here to...” Oops. I’d just walked into depressing territory. “Because of your uncle?”

She shrugged and scowled. “Yeah, I guess. But seriously, who the fuck goes to Ireland because of some dude they never met?” She cut me a measured look, as though waiting for a reprimand, but I didn’t bite. She could curse her tongue off if she wanted.

“Did you have plans this summer?”

She snorted. “Obviously. I was going to work in Derek’s sister’s tattoo parlor.” She swung her foot impatiently. “But then they made me come here, so he broke up with me.”

I looked at her. “Because you weren’t going to work at his sister’s tattoo parlor.”

She shrugged. Her foot kept swinging. “Well. And I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

Shocking.

“I mean, I was going to.” She scowled. “Who wants to be a fucking virgin their senior year of high school?”

Fucking virgin was my new favorite phrase.

“Now he’s dating Kaitlyn Taylor.”

“On the other hand, Kaitlyn Taylor is stuck back home, and you get to explore all of Ireland.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

I leaned my head back, so I could admire the morning sky, and lowered my voice confidentially. “So my best friend and I came up with a plan before I came here. You want in on it?”

She seemed aware that she was too cool for plans, but still couldn’t resist asking, “What is it?”

“Operation: Irish Boyfriend.”

She threw a startled glance at me. “Wait, you want an Irish boyfriend? But what about—” She stopped abruptly.

My mouth twitched. “There’s nothing going on between me and your brother.”

“Why not?” She sounded almost defensive.

I jumped up from the bench. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some breakfast.”

And I headed back inside before Anna could press the issue.

The rest of the O’Connors joined us not much later, and when the three women moved to go to Cork for the day, Mike excused himself. “Natalie and I are going to head into the village.”

Kate agreed with such alacrity I suspected she still hoped Mike would be introducing me as his girlfriend shortly. Anna shot me a pointed look.

I turned to Mike after they’d left. “I feel like your entire family has some sort of agenda.”

“They usually do.” He stood and I followed. “Come on, let’s ask Eileen how to get into Dundoran.”