Second

Time

Around

By Kate Sweeney

Second Time Around

© 2012 by Kate Sweeney

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ISBN 13: 978-1-935216-42-1

First Edition: 2012

This Trade Paperback Is Published By

Intaglio Publications

Walker, LA USA

www.intagliopub.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Credits

Executive Editor: Tara Young

Cover design by Tiger Graphics

Chapter 1

“Just do it,” Judy said as she munched on an apple. “Why not, Shawn? You can write anywhere. It’s not like this is the writing capital of the world. Hell, we’re talking Ireland. It’s chock full of authors and poets.”

Shawn sat at her kitchen table and gazed out the window, her chin resting on her hand as she contemplated the idea. “I can stay at the B&B in Clare. It’s gay-owned,” she said and shrugged.

“See? Do it.” Judy tossed Shawn an apple.

Shawn plucked it out of the air and polished it on her sleeve, gazing out the window once again. “Judy, I...”  Shawn stopped and took a healthy crisp bite.

Judy shook her head. “Shawn Coughlin, you’re an accomplished author. And you have writer’s block. You haven’t written anything in almost a year…”

“I know, I know.” Shawn angrily rubbed her forehead.

“I’m not chastising you. But I’m worried about you, and not solely because I’m your publisher. I truly think going to Ireland for a time will be great inspiration.”

Judy laughed then, breaking Shawn from her reverie. “Okay, what are you thinking?”

“Remember when we first met?” Judy asked.

Shawn laughed along as they remembered the time, eight, nearly nine years ago.

Shawn walked into the Chicago publishing firm office with an armload of manuscripts. Judy looked up over her glasses. Shawn set them all down on her desk with a plop as Judy’s secretary barged in.

“Miss Desmond, I’m sorry this woman wouldn’t stop. I called security,” the young woman said, and Judy shook her head and waved her off.

“Skip it, Sue. I’ll handle this,” Judy said, watching Shawn, who smirked at Sue as she stormed out of the office.

“Okay, you’ve got two minutes before I call security.” Judy sat back. “Have a seat.”

Shawn sat and wiped her forehead. “Been lugging these around Chicago for two weeks.” She stuck out her hand. “Shawn Coughlin.”

Judy took the offering and the opportunity to take in this woman’s appearance before she called security. Shawn was an average woman, though just a bit on the “if I were six feet tall, I’d be in perfect shape” side. She had the look of an athlete about her perhaps long ago and far away. Though she did manage all those manuscripts without dropping one. She had dark salt and pepper hair with steely blue-gray eyes that sparkled constantly.

She had an Irish-looking face, freckles, and a pug nose. Her hair was short and unruly as if she’d just gotten out of bed. Her dress? Well, she was wearing a navy blue cotton button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up and tucked into a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans. Upon further inspection, Judy noticed she was wearing a pair of loafers—penny loafers. Who wears loafers? A tweed blazer slung over her shoulder rounded out the eclectic, haphazard wardrobe. Shawn adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses, which framed her face nicely.

“I’ve been to every publishing house in this godforsaken city.” She took off her glasses and cleaned them on her shirt. “And I refuse to go to New York. Oh, sorry. Shawn Coughlin.” She sat forward, offering her hand.

Judy raised an eyebrow. “Yes, we just met.”

“I knew you looked familiar,” Shawn said with a self-effacing laugh. She then blushed. “Sorry. I can get a little absentminded.”

“What do you write?” Judy asked cautiously. Shawn saw her apprehension and chuckled.

“Murder mysteries. I’ve got eight of them. Short stories. I’ve got a ton. Romantic mostly. Lesbian entirely.” Shawn grinned happily. “So where do I sign?”

Judy let out a barking laugh and shook her head. She reached over and took one manuscript and put on her glasses. Judy chuckled as she read

“You’ve gotten past the first page,” Shawn said, quickly sitting forward. “That’s a good sign.”

Judy held her hand up to silence Shawn, which it did. She continued reading several pages, then glanced up at the author who was grinning hopefully. “You’ve got eight books like this one?”

“Yes.”

“How long have you been writing?” she asked as she read.

“Since I was a kid. But seriously for the past three years.”

Judy gave her an incredulous look. “You wrote eight books and—”

“Thirty short stories. And about fourteen poems, but that’s another ball game—premenstrual angst,” she said, dismissing the poetry.

Judy grinned. “All that in three years? Do you have another job?”

“Sure. I’m a teacher. I hate it. No, that’s not true. I’m just tired of it. Love the course. The kids are beginning to bug me—pre-menopausal angst,” she said emphatically.

Judy laughed once again, then stopped abruptly and concentrated on the work. “You wrote all of this in your... spare time?” Judy asked, completely impressed.

“It just flows out of me. Can’t stop it.”

Judy shook her head and picked up another manuscript and read it as the other. She smiled, then laughed.

“Which one?” Shawn asked, and Judy showed her the title. Shawn laughed. “I like that character the best. Irritating and sarcastic. Patterned after myself. No ego there, however.”

Judy set the manuscript down and looked at Shawn, who returned her steady look. “Give me a week. Let me read the rest and come back on…” She checked her schedule. “Tuesday. Three p.m. sharp.”

She gave her card to the dumbfounded Shawn, who leapt to her feet and eagerly took it. “You’re not kidding, are you? I mean, you do work here, you’re not the cleaning woman?”

Judy laughed. “No, Ms. Coughlin. I work here on occasion.  Judy Desmond.”

“You had a brass set back then, Shawn. That was eight years ago, and you’ve never disappointed me. Not even now, though I’m worried about you.” Judy stopped when Shawn frowned deeply. Judy reached across the table, placing her hand on Shawn’s arm. “Let her go. It’s been two years.”

“And I still can’t bring myself to say her name.”

“I know. So I will. Veronica Williams, Using Bitch.”

Shawn laughed then. “Well, if she was, I let her.”

“When she met you at your first book signing, I knew you were a goner. And she saw dollar signs.” Judy got angry all over again. “And what does that using bitch do after seven years of devoted love? You are rewarded with a note and a moving van. The tramp took everything, stating she paid for half, which she did not, and flew the coop to New York with a young up-and-coming poet. What an asshole.”

“True. But like I said, I allowed it all those years.” She scratched the back of her neck. “Though I have to admit, I was dumbfounded to find a near-empty apartment.”

“And for the past two years, you’ve written a little but nothing up to your standard. So take my wild idea to go back to Ireland and get some rest and inspiration.”

Shawn thought about it, and the little voice she’d become accustom to hearing said, Do it, Shawn. Don’t be a jackass. She finished the apple and tossed the core in the wastebasket. “Okay. The little voice in my head tells me to do it. So I’ll do it before I change my mind. Or it changes its mind.”

“The same voice you’ve been hearing the last six months?” Judy asked, while Shawn laughed and agreed. “Well, listen to that voice. But please don’t start having conversations with it. Our mental health coverage really sucks.”

“We have coverage for that?”

“Don’t push it.” Judy said. “Now go get packed.”

Chapter 2

The flight was long, too long. When she wasn’t drinking a glass of wine and flirting with the flight attendant, Shawn was sleeping. Finally, the Aer Lingus plane touched down, and the flight attendant lightly touched her shoulder.

“Miss Coughlin?” the quiet Irish voice cooed.

Shawn sighed happily and nuzzled her head into the back of the seat. “In a minute, sweetie.” Shawn sighed, then her eyes flew open as she looked around. Realization and embarrassment hit her, and she smiled weakly. Smooth, Coughlin! the little voice whispered.

“We’ve landed.” The attendant’s soft voice wafted over Shawn.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Shawn assured her.

The blushing attendant stepped back as Shawn stood. “Thank you for flying Aer Lingus.”

Her blue eyes sparkled, and Shawn took a chance. Well, she thought, if I’m gonna get over Veronica, let’s start.

“I’m staying at the Clare Inn for the next few weeks,” Shawn offered.

The attendant smiled and blushed once again. “I know where that is. Have a wonderful stay in Ireland.”

After picking up the rental and squeezing the luggage into the small trunk, Shawn happily drove from Shannon Airport north to the town of Ennis, in County Clare. With the time difference, it was almost nine o’clock at night but afternoon back home. She drove the narrow roads, remembering them as if it were yesterday. Smiling, she recalled the few times she had come to Ireland. Once when she was a girl with her family, then in college. And the last time…with Veronica.

It was a glorious two-week vacation for them nearly four years earlier. It was then they found this lesbian bed and breakfast. Ireland was quietly tolerant, not like England, where it seemed one out of every three people was a homosexual. This B&B was set in the hills outside of Ennis, almost on the coast by the Cliffs of Moher. It had five rooms, a nice dining room, and sitting room with a roaring fire.

It was heavenly...

“Shit.” Shawn sighed sadly as she drove, trying to wipe out the memory. Veronica. It was the first time Shawn ever really fell in love. “Oh, well, the second time around. That’s what they say,” Shawn said sarcastically. “Skip the love. I just need to write again.”

After a few miles, she noticed the sign for Ennis. She smiled, knowing how much she loved this part of Ireland and thanking God she didn’t allow Veronica to ruin it for her. “Never again,” she vowed openly as she pulled onto the little road.

Never say never, dopey! the inner voice reminded her. She hauled her luggage out and walked through the familiar double doors. She smiled happily when the smell of the pungent peat fire immediately invaded her senses.

“May I help ya?” A small voice came from behind the desk.

Shawn looked over to see an older woman smiling at her; she looked to be in her late sixties as she pulled her tweed shawl around her shoulders.

“Yes, I’ve got a reservation. Shawn Coughlin.” She set down her bags.

“Ah, yes. Miss Coughlin. You wanted our room with the fireplace. Just so,” the old woman said kindly and slid the registration card across the desk. Shawn scribbled her signature.

“A bit chilly tonight,” the old woman said and snuggled the shawl again.

Shawn smiled back at the woman and slid the card back in front of her. The old woman looked at the card and frowned.

“I know this name,” she said, and Shawn winced. She didn’t want anyone to know about her.

“Common name,” Shawn offered.

The woman snapped her fingers. She scooted from behind the desk and walked into the living room and searched the bookshelves.

“Damn.” Shawn grumbled but immediately pasted on a smile as the woman came back.

“I knew it. I knew you... Did you write this?” The old woman showed her the hard cover of A Lovely Murder, her first book, and Shawn grimaced and looked around.

“Could you keep it under your shawl?” Shawn asked, and the woman laughed. “I wanted to be...”

The old woman nodded and patted her hand. “It’ll be our little secret,” she said and winked. “Pretty steamy novel, Miss Coughlin,” she whispered and rolled her eyes.

Shawn chuckled quietly and agreed.

“Good ole lesbian sex. If ya need any pointers,” the woman offered eagerly and winked again.

Shawn raised both eyebrows and swallowed with difficulty. “I-I’ll certainly let you know. Thanks.”

*******

Shawn tossed her luggage down and sighed happily when she saw the big bed with a feather down quilt. The fireplace situated against the far wall beckoned to her. She eagerly rubbed her hands together and got the peat fire glowing, and within minutes, she had the room warm and toasty.

Though she wasn’t tired, she knew she better get to bed. Jet lag was a horrible thing to have hanging over you all vacation.

She threw off her clothes and took a hot bath, moaning as her aching back was instantly relieved. She sighed as the hot steamy water engulfed her. “God, I need to get into some type of shape.”

Your body is fine. It’s your scrambled brains.

Ignoring the rotten voice, Shawn knew she was approaching fifty, and the weight didn’t seem to come off as easily as it used to. It was amazing how easy it was to put it on. Too much sitting in the classroom, and now, too much sitting at her computer didn’t help. She used to swim and go to the gym regularly.

When this whole thing happened with Veronica, the wind was sucked right out of her sails. Nothing mattered anymore, and she quietly slipped into that existence of a...rut. Her savior was Judy, who got her to see what she was doing to herself.

Now she lay in the hot bubbles and absently ran her hands over her body. Though she was never a svelte beauty, far from it, she was always in better shape. She couldn’t do much with her breasts; gravity took its toll on every woman. The next day, she’d start her regimen of walking as she did before. Maybe it would even get her mind back on writing.

She slipped naked under the quilt and sighed happily once again. Shawn loved to be naked. “I’d probably be an exhibitionist if I had the body for it,” she said through her yawns. She never owned a pair of pajamas, not sure why she thought of that at this moment. Probably because Veronica always scolded her for that. But then Veronica had a problem in the sex department. She was insecure with her body, and she had a beautiful body. Hell, compared to Shawn, she was Miss America. Shawn never understood her apprehension about her own nakedness. How could someone so beautiful be so self-conscious? Shawn sighed and nearly purred when she pulled the thick quilt around her, then fell blissfully asleep.

The scream woke her. Shawn sat bolt upright in the darkness and looked around her room. Then she heard it again. She made a dash for the door, then remembered…

“Christ..!” She grumbled and grabbed her flannel robe and struggled into it, then dashed to the door.

Two women had also come out of their room, standing in the hall, clutching their robes and themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Shawn asked, and both women, white as ghosts, quickly shook their heads.

Then the door opened from the room directly across from Shawn’s. A thick disheveled head of red hair atop two blue eyes looking as big as saucers cautiously peered out. Shawn almost laughed out loud at the comical stance.

Unfortunately, she did laugh out loud. The woman glared at her as she stepped out into the hall.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded in a thick Irish brogue.

Shawn felt the color immediately rush to her face. “N-nothing, I’m sorry. I—”

Then they heard the scream again. It was coming from down the hall. Shawn dashed down the hallway, the three women following her. Through the darkness of the small dining room, she saw a light in the kitchen. She ran and pushed the double swinging doors open.

A woman was standing there, clutching her robe to her chest and staring at the window, pointing. “There,” she said in an English accent.

Shawn looked and saw nothing. “What?”

“A man.”

“Well, that’s hardly something to scream about. Or maybe it is,” Shawn said, trying to keep calm.

The redhead groaned behind her and pushed her way to the woman. “What did ya see, dear?” she asked kindly while she glared at Shawn.

“I came down to get a cup of tea, and I heard a noise by the window. I saw him peering through. He scared the life out of me.” The woman cried; the redhead put an arm around her.

“What’s all this?” A voice rang out and had everyone turning to the door. The little old woman from the front desk stood there in her robe with her hair down and all over. Shawn laughed inwardly, thinking how she looked like a little witch.

Shoulda stayed in Chicago, she told herself. “This young woman was spooked. Some guy was looking in the window.”

The old woman snorted. “That was only my nephew. He patrols the grounds at night.”

“Well, ya might tell him to quit ogling the guests, Annie,” the redhead said, and Shawn hid her grin from the fiery redhead.

“I am sorry. I’ll have a talk with Jamie,” Annie said. “Now off to bed with ya.” She shooed everyone out of the kitchen.

Shawn held the door for the redhead and bowed slightly. “Have a pleasant slumber,” Shawn said, and their gazes locked for a moment. Shawn had never seen that color blue before. Cobalt? No... Sapphires. That’s what they looked like—two sparkling sapphires.

The redhead, who was just an inch or two taller, blinked, then scurried out the door. “Thank you,” she said quickly and was gone.

Shawn grinned at her flustered posture and followed her down the hall to their rooms. The redhead helped the young woman who was still shaking. “Don’t worry now. Go to sleep,” she said kindly and closed the door.

Shawn stood by her door. The redhead turned and stopped as she saw Shawn watching her. She cleared her throat and walked past Shawn.

“Good night, Miss...?” Shawn questioned, and the redhead looked up as she opened her door.

Smiling slightly, she looked Shawn in the eyes. “Devlin. Good night,” she said in a soft Irish lilt and closed her door.

Shawn grinned happily and nodded. “Miss Devlin.”

Miss Va-va-voom, you mean!

“Va-va-voom, indeed.” Shawn agreed with the voice and slipped back under the covers.

*******

The next morning and all scariness forgotten, Shawn rose early and went for a nice long walk. After about twenty minutes, she was exhausted.

“Geez,” she exclaimed. When did walking become such a chore? Her knee ached from an old injury from her college athletic days. My God, how long ago was that? she thought and limped slightly as she made her way back to the inn. What a mess, she thought.

She stopped and leaned against the small stone wall, one of the thousands strewn across the Irish countryside heading nowhere. Shawn looked around as the early morning fog started to dissipate. It was breathtaking. She knew the Atlantic was out there, but the fog still hid the vast ocean. But she could see the ubiquitous green hills as she gazed at the landscape. She made a mental note to use the word ubiquitous when she started writing—it was a good word.

Ireland was as she remembered: wild, romantic, and free. Untouched and innocent, not many places left like this in the world. It was early spring, and that meant one thing. As if on cue, the thunder rolled, and Shawn looked up at the sky. She chuckled as she pulled her jacket hood up and walked back to the inn, limping slightly.

“God, I need to get in shape.” She groaned as she walked back.

Just as she got inside the foyer, the rain started.

“Ya just missed it, dear,” Annie said from behind the desk.

Shawn whisked off her hood and chuckled. “I don’t know your name, I’m sorry,” Shawn said, not remembering if the woman had told her or not.

“Anne Flanagan,” she said, smiling.

Shawn nodded. “Well, Anne. Did you have a talk with Junior?” she asked as she took off her jacket.

“I love the way you Americans talk. No, I have not. He’s not come by yet today. I do apologize, though. That poor English lass was petrified. I’ll take a little off her rates,” she said honestly. “Now go eat. Ya can’t be walking all over Ireland on an empty stomach. Ya need refueling if you’re gonna write,” she offered, and Shawn winced. So did Anne, forgetting about her anonymity.

Shawn must have been the first one to the dining room; she had her pick of the five tables, so she took the one by the fireplace.

Breakfast was a small feast, just as she remembered. Hot cereal, homemade brown bread, fresh butter, and jams. Tea, coffee, then two eggs, bacon, and sausage. Oh, and toast.

“This is bad.” Shawn sighed as she lathered the brown bread with butter and raspberry jam. She looked up from her feast to see Miss Devlin walk into the little dining room.

Their gazes met, and Shawn grinned, dropping her brown bread in the lap. She cursed herself, and by the time she cleaned it with her napkin, Miss Devlin was seated at another table and reading a book.

“Damn it,” she cursed herself, then shrugged. She’s young and beautiful. I’m sure she’d want to sit with a graying middle-aged, sagging, out-of-shape... She stopped, not being able to think of any more adjectives—damn, she did have writer’s block. So she finished her breakfast and exited the dining room without a glance at Miss Devlin.

Later that morning, Shawn was in her room. The muse was back, and she was typing away at her laptop. She had emailed Judy with an outline for her next book. Judy was elated and told her to stay and write…and find a woman. Shawn cocked her head, reread the email, and grunted.

“Judy, Judy.” Shawn sighed. “Like that would happen.”

She madly typed away and ignored the knock at her door. When it became annoying, she growled, and in two strides, she threw up the door.

“What?” she said through clenched teeth, totally forgetting where she was.

No, stupid, you’re not at home. You can’t be rude to strangers.

Not only was the voice correct, but it was Miss Devlin at the door. God, Shawn thought, I can never catch a break.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb ya,” she said in a soft voice and turned.

Shawn reached out and gently took her arm. “Wait, please. I’m sorry. I was in the middle of writing. That was rude. What can I do for you?” Shawn asked kindly and took off her glasses.

For a moment, Miss Devlin looked as though she didn’t recognize her, and Shawn got worried. “Um, hello?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Miss Devlin said, laughing nervously. “I didn’t know… It’s your glasses. I…”

Shawn looked at her glasses, which she held. “What’s wrong with them?”

“Oh, nothing.” Again, she laughed nervously. “Well, I...” Miss Devlin turned red.

Shawn was completely confused. She watched as Miss Devlin put her hand to her thick red hair in a self-conscious gesture.

Shawn waited and said nothing. Finally, Miss Devlin spoke.

“I thought perhaps, you being an American and all. Well, perhaps ya don’t know the area. I thought maybe, o-only if ya wanted to, of course. Maybe I could show you the sights,” she offered.

Shawn just stared and blinked, not sure if she understood her. Miss Devlin frowned, then backed up. “But I can see you’re busy. Well. I am sorry. I…”

Shawn then shook her head as if to clear the lamebrain cobwebs. “No. No.” She stopped and laughed nervously. “I’d love to. I’m sorry. Again.”

Both women chuckled nervously. “Well, we could go into Ennis and have lunch,” Miss Devlin offered.

“That’d be fine,” Shawn said. “Let me finish up here and I’ll meet you in the sitting room, say twenty minutes?”

“That’d be grand,” she whispered and smiled, then walked across the hall and went in her room.

Shawn stood there, her mouth hanging open, and looked around the room. “Um, little voice? What just happened? Do I have a lunch date with a gorgeous redhead?”

Chapter 3

They sat at a table by the window. The tavern was comfortably crowded as the waitress came up with their pints of Guinness. Shawn raised her glass, and Miss Devlin did the same.

“Well, here’s to vacations.” Shawn lightly touched her glass with Miss Devlin’s. “Hey. I don’t know your first name.”

Miss Devlin raised an eyebrow. “That’s all right since I don’t know your name at all.”

Shawn blinked and once again felt the color rush. “Shawn Coughlin.” She held out her hand.

“Maura Devlin.”

Shawn knew she was grinning as she took Maura’s hand; it felt soft and warm as she reluctantly let it go, but not before she lightly brushed her thumb across Maura’s knuckles. She was glad to see Maura swallow with a bit of difficulty. Good, Shawn thought. I’m not the only one.

“So ya said you were writing?” Maura let go of Shawn’s hand and sipped the black ale.

“I did?” Shawn asked and inwardly cursed herself.

“Ya did.” Maura watched Shawn carefully over her glass.

“I’m not crazy. I write mysteries,” she said, dismissing the topic. Gratefully, the waitress came back, and they ordered lunch. “I’ll have the shrimp.” Shawn handed the menu back to the waitress.

“I’ll have the same.” As if Maura sensed she didn’t want to go further, she gracefully dropped the topic. Neither spoke for a few minutes as they sipped their beer and watched the lunchtime crowd.

“So a little holiday?” Maura asked finally.

“Yes, I haven’t been back in four years. I thought a few weeks would be in order. How about you?”

“I come down here and stay at the inn from time to time to get away from the city. Anne lets me have whatever room I want. However, some Yank took my normal room,” she scolded gently.

“Oops.” Shawn blushed horribly. She hated when that happened because she had absolutely no control over it. “So how long are you staying?” Shawn asked as their meal came.

“For another few days. I’ve got to be back.”

“What do you do?” Shawn delved into her shrimp.

“I’m a lawyer,” Maura said as she too rolled her eyes with delight at the shrimp.

“Really. You look a bit young to be a lawyer,” Shawn said honestly, then put up her hand. “No, I will not guess your age.”

Maura laughed as Shawn grinned and regarded her; she liked the way Maura laughed. It was hearty and seemed to come from her soul.

“I can see you’ve been burned by that one, Shawn,” she said, laughing.

Shawn’s heart fluttered at the sound of her name. Get a grip, she thought. “Too many times, Maura.” Shawn laughed along as she ate another shrimp.

The rest of the meal was light and very entertaining. They sat for almost three hours talking about everything and anything. No topic was left untouched.

“So how is that you’re here alone? Surely, you’ve got a girl back in the States,” Maura said.

“No. I’m single.” Shawn drank her beer. The waitress came by and set two more down. “Whoa. This is a bit much for the middle of the day,” she said, and Maura chuckled in agreement.

“I think the afternoon’s gotten away from us, Shawneen!”

Shawn blinked and smiled slightly. “Shawneen?”

Maura blushed and drank her beer. “It’s a term of endearment.”

“Hmm. Like honey or sweetheart?” Shawn looked directly into her blue eyes.

“Something like that,” Maura whispered and returned her look. 

Shawn quickly drank the black ale. Exactly like that, you idiot!

*******

They walked around Ennis for a time, window shopping until early evening. “Well, we should get back,” Shawn said, and Maura turned to her and smiled.

“Thank you for this day. I had a marvelous time.”

Shawn thought she at least sounded serious. “Thank you. I haven’t had this much fun with a pretty young woman in quite some time,” she said, and Maura gave her a curious look.

“Just how old do ya think I am?”

Shawn laughed and shook her head. “Nope. I am not playing that game. C’mon, let’s get back.” She pulled her down the cobblestone street.

*******

They stood in the hallway in awkward silence; Shawn looked at Maura and wanted to kiss her. But her fear Maura would refuse was too overpowering. And a possible slap in the face was not an option.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe, if you’re not too busy, you can give me another tour,” Shawn said lightly.

Maura seemed to think about it, giving Shawn a curious look. “That would be fine.”

“Well, g’night, Maura, and thanks,” Shawn said as Maura backed up.

“Good night to you,” she said with a soft lilt that melted Shawn’s heart.

Shawn turned and walked into her room and closed the door, leaning against it.

Fine, you’re falling for a young Irish gal who probably is looking at you like her big sister.

“That would figure. I need to write,” she declared and tore off her jacket and angrily tossed it on the chair. She rolled up her sleeves, started a fire, and tried to ignore the one burning between her legs.

*******

Shawn had no idea what time it was as she sat at the desk typing away at her laptop. She only knew she added three more peat bricks to the fire, if that was any gauge. It was either too hot in the room or the sex scenes she was writing were getting to her. She unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt and fanned herself. Taking off her glasses, she tiredly pinched the bridge of her nose, then she heard the soft knock at her door.

She stood and stretched her back as she made her way to the door and opened it. There stood Maura in a dark green flannel robe, her hair all over and looking sleepy.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn stepped back. “C’mon in.”

Maura was trembling as Shawn led her over to the chair by the fire. “Sit down. You’re shaking.”

 “I’m sorry.” Maura gave her a weak smile. “I had a horrible dream, and I when I woke, I was going to go to the kitchen, but I heard ya typing… Sorry.”

“Don’t be silly. Tell me.” Shawn pulled up the desk chair in next of her. Maura warmed her hands by the fire.

“You’ve got a knack with this peat. Some people don’t know how to keep it goin’,” Maura rambled. “It’s an art, ya know, peat fires. I remember my father...” She stopped and put her hands to her face and cried.

Shawn was shocked. She inched her chair closer so their knees were touching. “Hey, now,” she whispered and put her hand on Maura’s knees.

Maura wiped her eyes, then put her hands on Shawn’s and held them tight. Shawn was amazed at how cold they were. “Geez, don’t you have heat in your room?”

Maura chuckled, avoiding her face. “I get cold very easily.”

“Hmm. I’m just the opposite. I’m a heat magnet. My body gets so hot...” She stopped abruptly and knew the color was once again flooding to her face.

Maura blushed, as well, then they both laughed. “Okay,” Shawn said, noticing they were still holding hands. “Tell me about the dream.”

“I have it more than I care to admit. I’m standing on the cliff, looking out at the Atlantic. The wind is whipping around me, and in the distance, I hear Kathleen callin’ me. I can’t get to her, I hear her screaming and I look around and around, and I can’t find her. I start running, and that’s when I fall right over the cliff, and I’m fallin’ and fallin’.” Her voice was getting more anxious as she continued, then she stopped and started to cry again.

This time, Shawn gently pulled her into her arms and rocked her. “Shh. It’s only a dream, kiddo,” she whispered against Maura’s thick waves as she rocked her.

Maura sobbed into her shoulder and clung to her shirt. “She’s gone, and I’m lost without her.” Her voice, muffled by Shawn’s shoulder, made it hard for Shawn to hear her.

After a moment or two, Maura pulled back, her face flushed with tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Shawn patted her shoulder. She went into the bathroom and came back with a glass of water. Maura took it with a smile and a shaky hand.

She watched Maura as she drank, then took the empty glass from her. “Thank you. It’s nice and warm in here,” Maura said.

Shawn noticed how tired she looked and a bit older than her years. She glanced at her watch. “Shit. It’s almost one o’clock.”

Maura stood as if that was her cue. “I’ll be goin’.”

“No, sit down, you’re freezing. I was just amazed at how long I’ve been writing.” She chuckled nervously as she scratched her head. “When the muse comes,” she offered, and Maura smiled and yawned wildly, then shook.

“Maura, why don’t you take the bed? You’re freezing and I’m sure it’s cold in your room. I’ll be up writing for a bit longer. I’ll wake you.” Shawn took her hand and helped her up. “Go on,” she said tenderly.

“I’m too scared and too tired to argue, and that bed looks so inviting.”

Shawn pulled back the covers, and Maura crawled in and pulled the heavy quilt around her. “Thank you. You’re a good woman, Shawn Coughlin.”

Shawn remembered the little voice about being a big sister and smiled. “You’re welcome. Get some sleep.” She turned and sat back at the desk and tried to continue.

*******

Maura lay on her side and watched Shawn for a time, noticing her soft profile; she also got a glimpse of her soft breasts through the opened shirt she was sure Shawn forgot about. An old familiar shiver came over Maura that was not put there by her dream or the cold. Her sleepy eyes betrayed her. Lulled by the low hissing of the peat fire and the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard, Maura fell wonderfully asleep, feeling safe and warm.

*******

Shawn didn’t have the heart to wake her; she looked so peaceful and content. So she put another peat brick on the fire and gathered her robe and tiptoed toward the door.

“Where are ya goin’?” Maura’s small voice called out as she sat up.

Shawn winced. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Go back to sleep. I’ll go over to your room.”

“Don’t be silly. This bed is big enough for three people. I won’t have ya sleeping in that cold room.”

“Maura, it’s late, go back—”

“Either ya stay or I leave,” Maura said sleepily and started to get up.

“Okay, okay,” Shawn said quietly and walked back. “God, you’re stubborn. Is it the red hair?”

“Yes” came the quiet voice in the darkness.

Shawn stood there for a moment. Now what? You have no jammies! Remember what your mama told you?

“What’s the matter?” Maura asked.

Shawn chuckled at the ridiculousness of the situation.

A beautiful Irishwoman is in your bed. She doesn’t want you. And you have no jammies...

“Nothing, just typical Shawn Coughlin,” she said with a wry chuckle. She rummaged and found a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, still laughing as she went into the bathroom to change. She crept out into the bedroom and slid in behind Maura. She was still chuckling.

“What are ya snickering at?” Maura turned to face her bedmate.

“Well, I don’t wear pajamas... And...”

“Ever?” came the incredulous voice.

Again, Shawn chuckled. “Not really. Well, tonight, yes. I don’t own a pair, and I was looking for something suitable.”

“And did ya find somethin?” Maura’s soft lilt went right to Shawn’s heart; she took a deep breath.

“I think so. At least I’m not naked. So you can breathe a sigh of relief.” She laughed and waited for Maura to laugh along. When it did not come, Shawn felt a bit…well, she didn’t know what she felt. “That was a joke.”

Again, Maura had no response; all Shawn could hear was her breathing. “Well, go back to sleep. G’night, Maura,” Shawn whispered as she lay on her back, glancing at Maura.

“Good night, Shawneen,” Maura whispered.

For a time, Shawn lay there staring at the ceiling, her hands behind her head. Maura lay there, watching Shawn, wondering what she was thinking.

Then they both drifted off to a comfortable, easy sleep.

Chapter 4

Shawn woke and sighed, pulling the pillow closer. She opened her eyes to see red hair all over her chest. She then remembered it wasn’t a dream; Maura was in her arms. Easy, Romeo, she thought to herself. She raised an eyebrow and wanted to stay right there. But she figured Maura would wake and be embarrassed; Shawn didn’t want that.

So she eased herself out from under the beautiful redhead and dressed. She left a note on the pillow and slipped out the door.

Her morning walk was a bit more brisk. Shawn took a deep breath of clean Irish air and thought about her evening. Maura Devlin was a beautiful young woman. She was smart and sexy, and Shawn wondered why she was here alone. She mentioned a woman named Kathleen the night before. Maybe she’d asked Maura that morning. That is, if Maura didn’t feel absolutely ridiculous. Shawn wouldn’t blame her.

*******

Maura woke and stretched, then realized she was alone. For a moment, that old familiar feeling wafted over her. But then she remembered where she was, and a pang of guilt and loneliness took its place. She took a deep breath, and the light fragrance of Shawn’s cologne hung in the air. She sat up, then saw the note.

Maura,

You looked far too comfortable to wake. I went out for a walk. If I’m not back, take your time. The fire should still be warming the room.

If you’d like, I’ll meet you in the dining room for breakfast.

I certainly hope your night was filled with happy dreams...

Shawn

Though it was only a short note, Maura read it a couple of times. Then she lay back and smiled pensively.

It’d been almost two years since Kathleen. Maura had come back to this B&B because it was their favorite place. She looked around the familiar room. She was lying in the exact spot she was with Kathleen.

She looked down at the friendly note from a caring woman, a mature woman like herself. Not like these young things who knew nothing of life.

Shawn kept calling her a young woman. Maura chuckled openly at the compliment. She finally roused herself and headed for the bathroom. She looked at the huge tub and raised a happy eyebrow.

*******

“Caught in the rain,” Shawn said. “Damn it.” She ran back to the inn, dodging the raindrops. By the time she reached the door, she was completely out of breath, and the old knee gave out just as she got to the door. She limped in and looked down at herself in disgust. She was soaked, looking like a drowned rat.

“Good heavens, Miss Coughlin!” Anne’s voice called out.

“Good heavens is right.” Shawn chuckled and ran her fingers through her wet head. “There’s never any warning in this country.” She walked past Anne, who laughed softly. Her shoes squished all the way down the hall.

As she came to her door, she stopped. It was still early, and Maura was probably still sleeping. She gently opened the door and frowned. Maura was gone.

“Probably realized what a mistake it was and went to her own room.” Shawn let out a disappointed sigh and stripped off her jacket and closed the door. “Oh, well. A warm bath.”  She stripped off her wet shirt and kicked off her soggy shoes. Unzipping her jeans, she headed for the bathroom and opened the door.

“Geezus,” she exclaimed as she stared at Maura, who let out a screech and covered her breasts, trying to slide farther down into the soapy water. Shawn just stood there blinking at the red hair that was pulled up on top, revealing a gorgeous long neck and milky white skin and…

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry,” Shawn said stupidly while backing up. She fumbled for the doorknob behind her, nearly dislocating her shoulder as she rushed out and slammed the door. She put a hand over her eyes and shook her head in disgust as she leaned against the door. Realization sank in as she looked down to see she was in her bra and her jeans unzipped. “Oh. My. God.”

She heard the bathwater slosh, knowing Maura was getting out. She hurried to her robe and threw it on just as the bathroom door opened. Maura cautiously walked out; both smiled weakly at each other.

“Hello,” Shawn said with a flash of brilliance.

“G-good morning,” Maura whispered, her face flushed from either the hot water or total mortification. Either way, Shawn thought, she looked wonderful. “I’m sorry. I was just—”

“No, no. I apologize. You weren’t sleeping. I just thought you went back to your room,” Shawn said quickly.

They both stared at each other for a moment, then broke out into a fit of laughter. Maura sat on the edge of the bed. Shawn leaned against the desk and shook her head.

“You’re soaked,” Maura said through the laughter.

“It’s your damned country and its weather.” Shawn laughed.

After a moment, they both looked at each other once again, their laughter subsiding. Shawn was having a hard time avoiding Miss Devlin’s cleavage.

“Well...” Maura cleared her throat.

Shawn grinned; Maura sounded like she just sucked on a helium balloon.

“Why don’t ya take a hot bath?” Maura continued with a nervous laugh, “I hope I didn’t use all the hot water.”

Shawn chuckled but said nothing.

“I’ll meet ya in the dining room,” Maura said, avoiding her eyes, and slipped out of the bedroom.

*******

Waiting for Maura, Shawn was lost in her own thoughts; the sound of Maura’s quiet voice made her jump and drop the slice of brown bread in her lap once again. She scooted back and picked up the mess and gave Maura a sheepish grin.

“That’s twice in as many days, Miss Coughlin.” Maura smirked as the color once again rose in Shawn’s face.

“My mind was elsewhere,” Shawn mumbled and cleaned her lap. Damn it, she thought. Can I be more stupid?

Yes, and it’s gonna happen sooner than you think!

They sat for a moment, not saying much. It was Maura who spoke first after they ordered breakfast. “I…I am sorry for last night,” she said quietly.

Inwardly, Shawn’s heart sank, but that wasn’t unusual. Since Veronica, Shawn hadn’t been able to locate her heart. So now, sinking was almost a good thing.

At least you’re feeling something.

Shawn chuckled sarcastically. Figures, I start to feel again, and it’s rejection.

“What are ya chuckling about?” Maura asked curiously.

Shawn looked up and blinked. “Oh, nothing really. Look, don’t be sorry about last night. I was glad to be there. No harm, no foul,” she quipped and grinned.

Maura nodded as she drank her tea. Shawn took the opportunity to study her for a moment. Maura Devlin was a striking woman. She had kind eyes and an adorable smile. Shawn wondered who this Kathleen was and how stupid she must have been to let this Irish beauty go.

“So do you want to talk about the dream? I don’t mean to pry. But you mentioned a woman last night. Kathleen, I think. Were you in love?” Shawn asked. So much for prying.

Maura’s eyebrows knitted together, and Shawn instantly wanted the question back. “Stupid question, Maura. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business...”

“Yes, we were in love.” Maura sighed and toyed with her teacup.

“A long time?” Shawn asked quietly.

“Yes,” Maura said.

She gave Maura the once-over. She looked young to be in a long term relationship. She wondered how old Maura was but she decided not to ask. Shawn was no fool. Maura’s tone was a definite “Yes, and leave it alone, please.” Shawn cleared her throat and didn’t pursue the topic.

Maura looked up and cocked her head. “You’re easy to talk to. I see concern and sympathy on your face. It’s just a bit raw.”

Shawn reached over and lightly put her warm hand on Maura’s cold one. “Hey, I understand. If you ever want to talk, I’m a good listener.” She smiled and gave Maura a quick wink.

The waitress let out a gentle cough as she stood there with their breakfast. It was then that Shawn realized that she was still holding Maura’s hand. She quickly took it away as if she were scalded. And once again, she felt the blush creep up her neck.  

“It is a fragile world, Shawn Coughlin,” Maura whispered as the waitress walked away. “It was nice of you to offer your bed. I haven’t slept that good in quite a while.”

Sleep? Shawn thought of Maura’s lovely body in that robe. Then she felt like a lecherous old woman and smiled. “Well, I’m glad I was there for you.”

The remainder of the meal was light, filled with stories of their lives and childhood, the getting acquainted talk that new friends have.

With a lull in the conversation, Shawn looked at Maura. “What have you got planned for the day?” she asked, noticing the sad, faraway look in her blue eyes.

“Nothing.” Maura looked up.

“Good.” Shawn tossed down her napkin, then had a wonderful idea. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” She grinned and headed for the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Maura called.

Shawn turned back. “Just hold on.” She watched as Maura raised a curious eyebrow and watched her retreat behind the swinging doors.

Maura waited for a minute or two, then lazily wandered to the sitting room, looking at the books as she waited for Shawn. She stopped dead in her tracks and cocked her head slightly to read the binding of the book. “A Lovely Murder by... Shawn Coughlin,” she whispered in awe and looked around before she slipped the book off the shelf.

“I see you’ve found her out,” Anne’s laughing voice quietly called out.

Maura chuckled. “Did she really write this?”

Anne nodded and rolled her eyes wickedly. “Very steamy. Read it.”

Maura quickly put the book back as Shawn came through the dining room with a picnic basket and a large blanket. “There you are. How about a drive?”

Maura laughed and avoided Anne’s raised eyebrows. “That sounds fine, but what is that?” She pointed to the picnic basket.

“Just in case it decides to stop raining.” Shawn grinned. “If that’s possible in this country.” She grabbed Maura by the hand. “You’re driving.”

“You ladies have fun,” Anne said, gently pushing them out the door.

*******

They drove west toward the Cliffs of Moher to the seven-mile stretch of rugged, magnificent cliffs that stood a shear seven hundred feet up from the Atlantic. On a clear day, you could see the Aran Islands off the coast and to the north. It was early yet, but the rain had stopped; the sun desperately tried to make an appearance.

Maura parked the car, and they walked as close to the cliffs as safety permitted. Shawn had her hands deep in her coat pockets; Maura snuggled her wool cape around her as they lazily walked the path.

“This will always amaze me.” Shawn sighed as she looked out over the Atlantic.

“Yes. It is wild and free. Most of the Irish coast is that way.”

Then the sun broke through. Maura looked up and sighed happily. “Maybe we’ll have that picnic after all.”

They had walked for almost an hour when Maura noticed a slight limp on her companion. “Are ya all right?” 

Shawn was miles away and didn’t hear her at first. “Sorry. Yes, yes, I’m fine. An old college injury. It comes back to haunt me every now and then. Mostly because I’m beastly out of shape,” she said, chuckling.

Maura stopped and gave her the once-over. “I don’t see anything wrong with ya,” she said as they walked.

Shawn raised a dubious eyebrow. “Miss Devlin. Look at you, and look at me,” Shawn said seriously.

Maura did, then shook her head. “We’re two different people.” She tried to explain, then she cocked her head and grinned. “What’s the matter, don’t ya like yourself?”

Shawn laughed. “Yes, I do. I just never expect it to be catching.”

Maura laughed, as well, as they started back. “Ya don’t give yourself enough credit. Has someone hurt you that badly?”

Shawn frowned and dug her fists deeper into her jacket.

Maura winced, hoping she hadn’t hurt her new friend. “I-I am sorry. It’s from being a lawyer. Sometimes, I should keep my mouth shut.”

Shawn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No, you shouldn’t. I like the way you are. You can say whatever’s on your mind, always.” She picked up a couple of stones and tossed them out at the ocean. “I had a long relationship. The only one I ever had or wanted. I loved her completely, and I’m still having a hard time thinking how fucking stupid I was,” she finished and angrily threw the stones. Maura raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she continued.

“I was blind.” She laughed rudely. “As Yeats says, ‘Who could play it well enough, when—”

“Deaf and dumb and blind with love,” Maura finished for her and smiled.

Shawn stopped and gazed at her, then returned her smile. “Oh, well. Yeats brooded too much. Anyway, I let myself go, and now it’s time to let her go. Hell, almost two years is enough time to spend on someone who wasn’t worth one second.”

“But ya didn’t always think that. I know it’s easy to say, but I’m sure ya both loved each other once. Think of that. Think of how you were when you loved each other. You can find it again.”

Shawn noticed how her voice trailed off. “I suppose, though I can’t imagine loving again. Not like that. Can you?”

Maura stopped and looked at her with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know. However, I do know I loved Kathleen. And when I love, I feel alive,” she said honestly.

Shawn grinned. “I like you, Maura Devlin. I truly do,” she said, then unexpectedly, she reached over and kissed her soft cheek. “Thanks.”

She pulled back to see Maura’s surprised look, her face flushed, and her blue eyes sparkling. “I thank you, as well, Shawn,” she whispered.

“Okay, the sun’s out. Miss Devlin, you know the lay of the land, pick out a spot for our picnic,” Shawn said.

Maura laughed and got behind the wheel. “Hold on to your hat!” She laughed and put the car in gear.

“I’m all yours!” Shawn strapped on her seat belt.

Both women laughed as they drove north on the Atlantic coastal road.

*******

An hour later, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and the weather turned almost summer-like. Maura pulled down a little road that wound and wound. When she stopped, Shawn stared at the scenery.

“Clew Bay.” Maura shut the engine off.

They were on a cliff, a small grove of oak trees stood alone looking almost like a lighthouse. Beneath them was Clew Bay surrounded by rugged cliffs, not as massive as the tall Cliffs of Moher, but just as wild and majestic.

“Breathtaking,” Shawn exclaimed while they set up the picnic beneath the oak trees.

With the huge blanket laid down, Maura opened the basket. “My, what a feast you have here.”

“Well, I flirted with the cook,” Shawn said.

Maura raised an eyebrow. “I can see ya flirting, Miss Coughlin. What did your flirting get us?”

“Hmm. Let’s see.” Shawn examined the basket. “We have chicken, cheese, brown bread and your wonderful butter, a couple tomatoes, and some fruit.” She rattled off the list proudly, then pulled out a bottle of wine. “Had to promise marriage for this,” she said in a grave voice.

Maura threw her head back and laughed. “I’d marry ya myself, Shawneen.” She then realized what she said and cleared her throat.

Shawn offered a slight grin but said nothing as she leaned against the tree, munching on a piece of cheese, looking out at the ocean. “I love it here. So much history, such romance. I don’t want to leave.”

“I know. I’ve got to get back to reality in two days,” she said sadly.

Shawn’s heart fluttered in her chest. For some reason, she didn’t want Maura to leave. She liked her company, wanted to know her better.

“Well, you’ve got two days. Make the most of it.” Shawn raised her glass of wine and gently touched it with Maura’s. “I’m glad I met you.”

“As am I.” Maura’s eyes danced as they searched Shawn’s face.

They sat for a time, not saying much, just enjoying the day and each other’s company.

“Do ya think you’ll ever love again, Shawn?”

Shawn thought about it. She was now lying on her side, stretched out, her head propped up on her hand. “I don’t know. I agree with you, though. I feel alive when I’m in love. But the first time turned out so badly and I’m a bit too old. But you, hell, you’re younger and...”

Maura stopped her. “Ya know, I appreciate the compliment, but I need to know something. How old do ya think I am? Really.”

Shawn grimaced. She was never good at this. Whenever asked, she was constantly insulting someone.

“I can see the wheels turning. I won’t be offended or angry.” Maura playfully nudged her.

Shawn gazed into those blue eyes and gave in.

You’re a dope for blue eyes! I can’t listen...

“Thirty. Maybe,” she qualified quickly. She saw the stunned look on Maura’s face and turned bright red. “See? I told you I’m no good at—”

“I’m forty-six,” Maura said seriously.

Shawn stopped and gaped at her. “You are not!”

It was Maura’s turn to blush. It seemed to come from her toes.

“You’re a couple years younger than I am?” Shawn tried not to sound incredulous; it didn’t work.

Maura nodded and grinned. “I am.”

Shawn looked her up and down. She searched her face, her hair, her body. She could sense Maura’s discomfort at her scrutiny, but Shawn also thought Maura enjoyed the compliment and the attention. Hell, she would.

“My God. No lie. I never would have guessed it.” Shawn took a healthy drink of wine.

Maura now regarded Shawn as she drank her wine. Shawn Coughlin was comfortable with herself. She was a confident woman and very attractive, Maura thought. Her attractiveness came from the fact that Shawn didn’t think anyone saw it. Maura continued to watch as Shawn gazed out at the ocean while she lay on her side. Maura smiled as she took a quick inventory; she liked what she saw. Shawn’s dark graying unruly hair accentuated those sparkling eyes, and her full hips gave her body a nice shapely curve. And she did have the look of an athlete about her. Maura then raised an eyebrow. Shawn had mentioned she hurt her knee when in college. What sport? Maura wondered. She scrounged up a mental picture of Shawn, her body glistening from...

“Um. Maura?”

She heard Shawn’s voice, breaking her wicked thoughts. “I’m sorry. What?”

Shawn chuckled. “Nothing, I just asked what type of law you practice.”

“Oh. Law?” Maura swallowed to get some moisture back in her mouth. “Oh, corporate law. I was once in criminal law, but I was young and idealistic. Then I had my head turned by money and, well…” She stopped and sighed deeply.

Shawn watched her inner struggle. She sat up now, leaning on her extended arm. The movement brought them a bit closer. “What? Tell me, please,” Shawn said, honestly intrigued.

Maura looked into those sparkling blue-gray eyes and melted. “After Kathleen...” She hesitated for a moment. “I went back and got my degree and took the bar exam.” She chuckled quietly. “I passed.”

“That’s great!”

“I know I’m too old to be idealistic again.”

“Don’t, Maura. You can do anything you want. Age has nothing to do with it.” Shawn reached over and took her hand. “I think you’d make an excellent defense attorney or barrister. You’ve got great compassion, I can see that.” Shawn stopped, and they looked into each other’s eyes.

Shawn could feel her heart pounding in her ears as she searched Maura’s face, her eyes, her hair, then settled on her lips.

Oh, God, she’s staring at my lips, Maura thought as her heart skipped so many beats she thought she’d have a mild heart attack. I’m too old for this. Aren’t I? God, Maura, move away from her...

Too late. Maura felt Shawn’s warm lips on her own—it was heavenly.

God, I’m kissing her, now what? Shawn’s mind raced, as well as her body. Every nerve was on edge as she felt Maura’s soft lips.

Maura was lost for a moment as her hand wandered behind Shawn’s neck, pulling her closer.

All of the sudden, Shawn was nearly on top of her, kissing her, her fingers lost in the thick red waves. “Maura,” she breathed against her lips.

Maura moaned as her hand caressed the back of Shawn’s neck, eagerly returning Shawn’s kiss. Feeling her passion mounting, Maura allowed her tongue to pass over Shawn’s lips. “Shawn, I can’t believe this,” Maura whispered in a low voice as she kissed her deeply.

Shawn said nothing but pulled back and gazed down at Maura, who saw the desire in Shawn’s eyes.  She smiled and reached up to touch Shawn’s cheek. “Say somethin’,” Maura said.

Shawn grinned and shook her head. “I…I…”

“That’s close enough,” Maura said in a husky voice and pulled Shawn down for another kiss.

This one was more passionate. Their bodies gently moved against each other, and Shawn desperately wished they were back in her room—naked. She thought Maura must have been thinking the same thing for her hand reached around Shawn’s back. Shawn gasped as she felt Maura’s cool fingers under her jacket and shirt, caressing her back and her hip.

God, she’s caressing my love handles, Shawn thought, wishing she’d gotten into shape sooner.

And only you would think of that right at this moment!

Shawn ignored the inner irritating, annoying voice, pulled back ever so slightly, and took a bold chance. Maura would either be eager or slap her. Shawn’s hand wandered up and caressed her jaw line, then down to her long neck. “God, you have the softest skin,” Shawn breathed into her mouth.

A small groan escaped Maura’s lips as her hand caressed Shawn’s bare back. There was a lot of shivering and moaning going on.

And then Shawn couldn’t help herself; her hand wandered down and touched the top of her breast. Maura arched her back slightly, then moved her arm from Shawn’s back to give her more room. Shawn smiled inwardly, then cupped her full soft breast. Maura groaned deeply as Shawn caressed through the fabric of her sweater.

She felt Maura’s body tremble in her arms, then sensed restraint. Shawn hoped the slap was not forthcoming. She pulled back and smiled down at her Irish beauty. “Maura…I…”

Maura sensed what she was about to say, and suddenly, she stopped her. “Shawn, we’d best be getting back.”

Shawn gave her a surprised look. “Oh, okay. Sure. I’m sorry. I went a little too far. I apologize,” she said quickly as she sat up and pulled away.

Maura sat up and straightened her hair. “No, ya didn’t. It’s just... It might be a bit too much right now,” she said, giving Shawn a pleading look.

“I understand.” Shawn smiled and kissed her cheek. “Truly I do.”

Maura smiled and touched her cheek. “You’re a grand woman. Thank you.” She kissed her on the lips.

Shawn sighed deeply. She wanted to touch her, to hold her, but she knew Maura wasn’t ready. Hell, she didn’t know if she was ready. But if this woman didn’t stop kissing her soon, they were gonna find out quick.

Maura pulled back and Shawn went with her, not wanting to break the kiss. Maura chuckled nervously and put her fingertips against Shawn’s lips as her eyelids fluttered open.

“Ya make me dizzy, Miss Coughlin,” she said honestly. “My heart is pounding like a drum.” When Shawn blushed, Maura shook her head. “And now you’re even more irresistible.”

“I’m a little lost in your kiss,” she whispered and kissed her fingertips.

Maura watched and sighed. “You’re a passionate one. There’s no doubt in my mind that’s for sure.” The visions of them together now were so vivid Maura shook her head, then stood.

Shawn looked up and grinned. “I can do passion.”

Maura laughed nervously and helped Shawn to her feet. “Okay, okay, let’s get back.”

The drive back to the inn was quiet for a time. Both of them knew what the other was thinking. Maura was staring out as she drove, her eyes almost glazed over.

“How about dinner tonight?” Shawn suggested, and Maura shook her head and started to say something. “Just dinner, Miss Devlin. You have to eat,” Shawn said kindly as she watched Maura drive.

“All right, dinner,” Maura said, grinning slightly.

Shawn smiled and settled back and enjoyed the ride.

Chapter 5

They walked silently down the hall and stood by Shawn’s door.

“Well, how about we meet in the dining room at seven?” Shawn suggested.

“That’ll be fine, Shawneen,” Maura whispered. “I’ve got a few things to do. So...”

“Then I’ll see you at seven.”

“Yes. Seven.”

Shawn wanted to kiss her, but she didn’t want to ruin anything. Maura stated her point earlier—she wasn’t ready. So Shawn opened her door and winked. “See you for dinner, Maura.”

Shawn hoped that was a disappointed look on Maura’s face when Shawn walked into her room and closed her door. She stood there, her heart beating, and completely aroused. She headed for the shower... A cold shower.

*******

Two hours later, Maura splashed cold water on her face and neck.

“Good heavens,” she exclaimed.

Either Shawn Coughlin was writing from experience or she had an unbelievable creative mind. Maura shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold water.

After the shower, she dried her hair and dressed, and all she thought about was Shawn’s kiss. She paced back and forth in her room. It didn’t help that she read that blasted book of hers. Shawn Coughlin wrote with such romance, so sensual… The plot of the book was good, too, Maura thought and laughed out loud.

Then she thought about Kathleen and sat on the edge of the bed. It’d been two long years without thinking of anything else. She walked over to her purse and took out the picture of the two of them. They were on holiday in Scotland three years earlier. Maura missed her; she loved Kathleen and never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d want someone again, but she couldn’t deny the feeling that was growing for that nutty American across the hall.

*******

Shawn stood there scratching her head, looking at her wardrobe.

“Shit,” she said hopelessly. She opted for the best pair of wool slacks and the Irish knit sweater she had. “Damn. I need new clothes.” She splashed on some cologne and took inventory in the mirror. After running her fingers through her hair, she shrugged. “It ain’t getting any better.” She grabbed her key.

She opened the door, and Maura stood there, her knuckles raised, about to knock.

“Hey. I thought we were gonna meet in...” Shawn started lightly and stopped and gave her a concerned look. “You all right? You’re all flushed. Hell, you’re not getting sick, are you?” She reached across and put a warm hand to Maura’s forehead.

“No. No, I’m fine. I’m just a bit early.” Maura took a sharp intake of breath before stepping back out of Shawn’s reach.

Shawn glanced at her before closing the door. “You sure you’re all right?”

“Yes,” Maura said with a nervous chuckle. “Just fine. I must be hungry.”

“Me too. I’m starved. Let’s eat.” Shawn smiled and closed her door.

They sat by the fire in the dining room. “It’s so cozy in here.” Shawn ordered a bottle of wine and poured Maura a glass, then filled hers. “Thanks for today, I had a great time.”

Maura watched for a moment; Shawn saw the same pensive almost curious look. “I did, too. I haven’t had this much fun in a while.” Maura lightly touched her glass with Shawn’s.

Shawn wanted to apologize again for being overzealous earlier but figured why beat a dead horse. Opting for a lighter conversation, they talked about their jobs. Maura’s love for the law and Shawn’s love of writing.

“You’ve done nothing else?” Maura asked, toying with her wineglass.

“Oh, yes. I was a teacher for almost fifteen years. Loved it but was burned out. Same classes, same curriculum. I taught at a Catholic high school, so there wasn’t much room for creativity. I’d been writing for almost three years when I finally got the nerve to get my work published.”

“Well, your story is very…” Maura stopped as Shawn shot her an incredulous look and dropped her fork in her lap.

“Damn it...” she cursed quietly, and Maura chuckled.

“You’ve got a definite problem with keeping food off your lap, Miss Coughlin,” Maura said.

Shawn gave her a smirk as the waitress brought her another napkin, then blushed horribly as the waitress set three napkins on the table and patted her shoulder as she left.

“How do you know about my story?” Shawn asked.

Maura now blushed and explained how she came upon her book.

“Anne, the Irish blabbermouth.”

Maura gave her a curious look. “Don’t blame Anne. I found the book. It was very interesting and well-written. You’ve got a very good mind for murder and…” She stopped and redness invaded her neck, then crept up to her beautiful face.

Shawn laughed out loud knowing what she was talking about. “Sex… Well, it makes for a good thriller, and Judy was right. Sex sells,” Shawn said with a shrug.

“So does art imitate life? Or the other way around?”

“Well, I’ve never murdered anyone, so that’s all the creative process.” She ate her dinner, stealing a glance at Maura, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“And you’re single?” Maura finally asked incredulously.

Shawn choked on her wine and promptly knocked her knife off the table. The resounding clang turned every head as Maura grinned wickedly.

*******

They stood once again in the hall. Shawn scratched the back of her head. “Well, thanks for dinner,” she offered and winced.

“It was grand, thank you,” Maura said and turned.

“Why don’t you come in? I’ll get a fire going. I’m sure it’s a bit chilly in your room.”

Maura grinned slightly. Then as the gods above laughed, down the hall came Anne carrying a small space heater.

“Good, I caught ya. We’ve got a bit of a problem with the furnace. So I’m putting a heater in each room with no fireplace. It’ll warm it up in no time,” she offered happily.

Shawn narrowed her eyes at the unwitting saboteur.

Maura hid her grin and took the space heater. “Thanks, Anne.”

Anne patted her arm and walked away. “Good night, ladies.”

“Well... I guess your room will be warm.” Shawn didn’t hide her dejected tone. She ran her fingers through her unruly hair and chuckled as she shook her head. “Good night, Miss Devlin.”

“Good night, Miss Coughlin,” Maura whispered and walked into her room.

Shawn tossed her key on the dresser and started the peat fire.

“I’m putting a heater in each room,” Shawn mimicked Anne’s brogue as she stripped off her clothes and slipped her naked body under the heavy quilt.

She lay there, her hands behind her head, thinking about Maura Devlin—her eyes, her smile, her thick red hair. She was not only a beautiful woman, but truly a kind and considerate woman. She was smart, savvy, and intelligent.

Shawn yawned wildly as she drifted off to sleep, wondering what in the hell was wrong with that Kathleen women to let Maura go.

The knock on her door woke her. Shawn bolted up and grabbed her robe. She threw open her door to see Maura standing there, once again in her adorable green flannel robe. She didn’t look sleepy or scared; she looked wonderful.

Shawn on the other hand was wiping the sleep out of her eyes and scratching her unruly hair. “Hey, you okay?” she asked in a sleepy voice, then yawned. Maura nodded and pulled her robe around her.

“Shit, sorry. Leaving you standing in the hall, c’mon in,” Shawn mumbled and stepped back.

Maura walked in, and Shawn closed the door. Once again, the room was cozy and the peat fired glowed, giving the room a sensual glow.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” Maura said.

“No, no,” she insisted, now fully awake.

Maura chuckled. “You were sound asleep. I’ll go.”

“No, please don’t.” Shawn immediately cursed herself for sounding so wanting.

Oh, why the hell not? You do want her!

Shawn ignored the voice as she gently pulled Maura in the room and closed the door. They stood there in their robes. Maura looked beautiful in hers. Shawn’s was a blue terrycloth with a slightly ripped pocket.

She stood there, her hair all over and her ripped pocket. Geesh, can I catch a break? she asked herself as she walked over and threw another peat brick on the fire. “Man, this fireplace is getting a workout. I wish I had one back home—”

Maura quickly turned her around and kissed her. Shawn’s surprised gasp was muffled by two perfect lips in a searing kiss. Maura’s arms went around her neck, and Shawn stupidly stood there. Then her brain and every other part of her anatomy kicked in, and she wrapped her arms around Maura’s slender waist, pulling her close.

Moans and groans grew louder as Maura ran her fingers up the back of Shawn’s neck. Shawn in the meantime slid her hands up and down Maura’s back, eliciting still another moan.

Maura then backed Shawn up to the bed and stepped back enough to reach in and untie Shawn’s robe. They were still in an incredible lip lock. Shawn’s body went into overdrive when she tasted Maura’s tongue against her lips.

“Geesus!” Shawn cried out as she pulled back, feeling Maura’s hands all over her breasts. “Maura,” she whispered roughly; Maura dipped her head and took Shawn’s aching nipple into her mouth, tasting her scent as her tongue licked back and forth. After that, no intelligent words or full sentences were uttered from this literary woman.

Shawn’s legs went weak, and she backed up against the bed. With the weight of Maura’s body against hers and Shawn’s inability to reason, she started back toward the bed but not before Maura stripped the robe off her.

“God!” Shawn groaned as she fell onto the bed, Maura on top of her, kissing her chest, her neck, her chin. Then her mouth.

“God help me, Shawn. I want ya so.” Maura gasped as she felt Shawn’s hands reach around and grab her backside through the flannel material, pulling her closer.

“I want you, too.” Shawn was breathless as she reached in and started to push the robe off Maura’s shoulders only to find her hands roughly pulled away and held over her head.

“No. Let me,” Maura said in a low moan and kissed her passionately. Shawn was beside herself. This was so unexpected from Maura. She was kissing Shawn all over her neck and down the top of her breast. She now lay beside Shawn. She reached over and cupped her full breast, teasing the already rock hard nipple unmercifully until Shawn cried out and arched her back. Maura smiled and lowered her head to once again take the aching nipple and suck it between her lips.

“Oh, shit!” Shawn cried out as she arched her back again. The old zing went directly south with each tug and nip of her breast. Maura teased with the tongue, as well as her fingers, which were now heading south—directly toward the burning ache; Shawn instinctively parted her legs as her hips twitched with anticipation.

Maura let out a low groan as Shawn’s arousal wafted up to fill her senses. Her fingers quickly swirled around, teasing the outer lips but not penetrating. “You’re teasing…” Shawn moaned. She figured Maura knew this but felt compelled to say it. Her breathing was labored as she bit at her bottom lip. She thrust her hips slightly to make as much contact as she could.

Maura kissed her deeply. “I can feel your heat, love,” she whispered seductively in her ear, and Shawn moaned helplessly and shook.

Maura returned her attention to Shawn’s breast as her fingers teased, driving Shawn crazy. “God. Yes, Maura,” Shawn cried out as she parted her legs farther. It’d been quite a while, and Shawn’s head was spinning.

Maura knew it and smiled as she kissed her breast. “Come for me, Shawneen,” she said against her breast, and Shawn cried out, arched her back, and broke into a shuddering orgasm.

“Yes, Maura. Don’t stop,” she pleaded as her body shook uncontrollably. With every spasm of her body, she could feel her arousal cascade from deep within her; Shawn feared she couldn’t stop.

“My God, Shawn. You are amazing.”

“Me?” Shawn knew she sounded incredulous, but she could hardly speak. Her body calmed, but her breathing was off the charts. Just when she thought Maura was finished, she cried out as she felt Maura caresses travel farther down and enter Shawn with one long thrust. “Maura, please. More.” Shawn panted and raised her hips to accommodate.

“Is that what ya want, love?” Maura teased against her ear, then sensually nipped at the sensitive lobe. “Is it?”

“Yes, Maura.” Shawn gasped her plea. “I want all of you.”

Maura inserted another, then another finger as she loved Shawn with long deep strokes. As she quickened, she felt the walls within Shawn tighten around her fingers, knowing she was ready.

“Again, Shawn. Come for me again,” Maura almost pleaded as she leaned over her now, thrusting as deep as she could.

And that was all she wrote. At the sound of Maura’s insistent plea, Shawn could take no more. Her body tensed, held in suspension for an eternity, then she lost all reason as she went trembling, almost crying to a glorious orgasm. Again and again, her body uncontrollably shattered into one tidal wave after another.

“No. No more!” Shawn’s voice was crying out as she opened her eyes and grabbed Maura, holding her tight. “Kiss me, Maura, please,” she begged, and Maura quickly responded, kissing the dry parched lips. Shawn growled lowly as she sucked Maura’s tongue in an erotic gesture, only fueling their desire more.

Maura slowed her hand, then gently withdrew it from Shawn, who arched her back and sighed as she felt Maura leave her.

She was exhausted. Her body was quivering, and she couldn’t move. Maura planted a soft kiss on her chin. “You’re magnificent,” she whispered, then kissed her cheek, her nose, her ear.

“Stop! Please, Maura,” she whispered, then chuckled. “I can’t take anymore. I can’t move. What have you done to me, you Irish witch?” Shawn smiled as she tried to reach for her, but her arm wouldn’t move. It was a valiant attempt. “I can’t believe how you made me feel. And you’re still dressed.”

Maura chuckled and pulled the quilt over them. She lay back and gently pulled Shawn to her breast, holding her. “Hmm. I can’t move. But I want to make love to you,” Shawn said in a ragged, exhausted voice.

“Shh now. Go to sleep. You’ve earned it, love. You are magnificent, so passionate. I love…I’ve never felt… ” She stopped short and frowned; a pang of guilt swept through her.

If Shawn was in any coherent state, she’d have noticed the hitch in Maura’s voice. However, she was completely spent. She barely had the strength to reach up and cup Maura’s breast as she lay, nuzzled into the long milky white neck of this woman she was beginning to love.

Chapter 6

Shawn woke with a grin as she reached for Maura—she got nothing but pillow. “Maybe she’s in the bathroom.” She sat up and looked around. It was nine thirty and she smiled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Maura, you witch! Come back to bed,” she called happily but got no answer. She crawled out of bed and winced. “God, she wore me out.” She chuckled and struggled into her robe. She opened the bathroom door and no Maura.

Probably waiting for me in the dining room, she thought. She quickly jumped into the shower, then dressed. With a stupid grin still on her face, she walked across the hall and knocked at her door.

“She’s not there, Shawn dear,” Anne’s voice quietly called.

Shawn looked down at Anne and chucked her under the chin. “Anne, my love. Is she in the dining room?”

“No, dear.” Anne winced. “She’s gone.”

“For a walk?” Shawn asked as her heart sank.

“No. She checked out this morning about seven.” 

“What? Why?” Shawn ran a shaky hand through her hair.

“I don’t know. She said she had to get back.”

“Didn’t she say anything about..?”

“No. She did look a wee bit upset, though.”

Upset? Great, one night with me and she’s upset, Shawn thought. “Where did she go?” Shawn asked as a dark look flashed across her eyes. Anne gave her a steady look.

“You know where she is, don’t you?” Shawn’s look was unwavering.

“Come with me, dear.”

Shawn followed her to the sitting room and sat next to her on the couch. Anne took her hand in hers and for a moment said nothing. Shawn held her breath and watched her.

Anne Flanagan was an attractive older woman in perhaps her late sixties. Her snow white hair was now pulled back and pinned. Her watery blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at the fire.

“I am bound not to tell ya. However, I think it’s best you go to Galway. There’s an old friend who rents a cottage. If you’re determined to find Maura—”

“I am,” Shawn said firmly, never taking her eyes off Anne.

“Then perhaps you can start there. I can’t promise anything.”

“I will find her.”

Anne studied Shawn’s determined face. “Why? Why not let it go as a vacation...”

“Fling? Because that’s not how I feel. It’s a bit more than that, and I want to know if she feels the same way. I-I’ve got to know,” Shawn said, her voice trembling.

Anne grimaced for her and held tight to her hand. “Be careful. Things aren’t always what they appear. Remember that,” she said in cryptic fashion.

It was now Shawn’s turn to study Anne. Shawn searched for an answer, not even knowing the question.

Anne stood and walked over to the desk and scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper and handed it to Shawn. “Take this. When you get there, a woman my age will be there. She’ll be tall and proud, too proud. Tell her...tell her I sent you to rent the cottage. She’ll know.”

Shawn saw the tears well in Anne’s eyes and was all confused. One minute she was numb, the next her body and soul were alive...and she was alone. It couldn’t just be a fling for Maura.

“Don’t think so much, dear. Just go. If it’s what you truly want to do,” Anne said in an almost challenging voice.

Shawn frowned deeply as she looked at the folded note in her hands. She had a choice—let it go or find out just who Maura Devlin was.

The past few days had changed Shawn’s life completely. Never did she expect to find someone she could care about, share with again. She needed to know. The first time around, Shawn was blinded by love. The second time around—she had no clue. At least this time, she was willing to find out.

“There is no path to true love. It’s found in the long winding road of understanding and faith,” Anne said and smiled slightly. “How’s that for Irish blarney?”

Shawn chuckled in spite of the situation. Anne pulled Shawn down to her and kissed her forehead. “But it’s true. If it’s real.”

Shawn stood tall and wiped away the tears that streamed down her face. She really wasn’t sure why she was crying. “Thanks.” She kissed Anne’s cheek and walked away.

*******

Shawn drove the rental car up the Atlantic Coast road, passing the Cliffs of Moher where she and Maura started on their journey of understanding. She fought the tear and blinked it back. “Take the coastal road north to Galway. There’ll be a sign for Riordan Farms. Take that road west, but don’t go too far. You’ll be swimming in the Atlantic.” Shawn chuckled, remembering Anne’s directions. “Crazy Irish nut.”

As she drove, she had time to think about, well, just about everything. Of course, Veronica came to mind first. If Shawn was honest with herself, she’d admit to turning a blind eye and a deaf ear and another part of her anatomy when it came to Veronica. Truth is, Shawn thought she was lucky to have Veronica. She was smart, sexy, and gorgeous.

Shawn shook her head. She fell head over heels and never looked back. Never looked forward, never looked, period. She just loved and did whatever she had to, to keep it. The problem with that was her partner did not. Veronica was a user. However, Shawn never stepped up to stop it. She enabled—that was her undoing.

So Shawn escaped through her writing. While she wrote, she didn’t have to think about Veronica staying out late or calls at midnight from someone who would just hang up when Shawn answered the phone. Yes, Shawn felt lucky that a woman as gorgeous as Veronica would look twice at her. When she did, Shawn figured this was the only woman in the world. Maura was right. Shawn didn’t give herself enough credit. Though she may be out of shape and experiencing menopausal angst, she had a lot to offer someone, even in her middle, well, a wee bit past middle, years. It was not too late to love again.

Now I believe you’re using the old noodle!

Shawn listened to the voice now. Her heartbeat quickened as she thought of Maura Devlin. She too had been in a long relationship with this Kathleen woman. But it appeared to have ended badly. Wouldn’t you think after a certain amount of time together it would be all downhill from there? Shawn thought. All the crap should be over with by then. But what the hell did she know?

Her first attempt at a long-term relationship ended with her standing in an empty apartment with a note in her hand looking like the idiot she made herself to be for eight years. Veronica was not the only bad guy in the mix. Shawn Therese Coughlin had her own culpability. It was time she faced it and let it go.

The last couple of days, Maura helped her, though she probably didn’t know it. Shawn knew it; the way Maura listened, seemingly interested in Shawn’s life. She seemed to understand her, and Shawn truly liked her. As one mature woman to another. It seemed so natural to kiss her when they were sitting beneath those oak trees. It seemed even more natural the night before. Although, she wanted to make love to Maura, who controlled the entire roller coaster.

Shawn’s ego would like to think that it was her own sexual magnetism that allured Maura. However, that may have been only part of it. Maura seemed to want to control everything the previous night. From the lovemaking to not allowing Shawn to undress her or make love to her. Why did she leave without a word? Even a letter... Something.

This just didn’t seem right. Even though they barely knew each other, there was something missing, and Shawn was desperate to find out. She wouldn’t go blindly through this one. The second time around would be different or Shawn Coughlin would know the reason why.

“Shit, I missed the damn turnoff.” She turned around on the narrow road. Her stomach was in knots. She didn’t know the woman she was to meet, only that she knew Anne—which may or may not be good—and that she rented a cottage. Shawn hoped she’d rent it to her. Anne seemed to think there would be no problem.

Well, if she did get the cottage, the next day, Shawn would go into Galway and check the law review at the local library and find Attorney Maura Devlin.

And when you find her?

“I have no clue.” Shawn told her brain. “Now shut up before I miss another turn.”

A few miles up the road, Shawn saw the open gate and the sign that read Riordan Farms. Shawn drove through and slowly drove up to the huge farmhouse. Pulling up the circular drive, she stopped in front of the two-story brick Georgian.

She walked up the few long steps and rang the shrill bell. A moment later, the door opened. She’ll be a woman my age. She’ll stand tall and proud. Anne’s voice rang in her ears.

The tall white-haired woman stood there. Her hair was cut short and wavy. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she gave Shawn a stiff, straight-backed grin. Too proud, Shawn remembered Anne saying.

“Nellie Riordan? I’m Shawn Coughlin. A mutual friend, Anne Flanagan, thought you might have a cottage to rent.” Shawn smiled, then handed her the letter that she did not read, cursing herself for not even taking a peek.

Nellie Riordan raised an eyebrow at the mention of Anne’s name. She softened a bit. “Come in, please, Miss Coughlin.” Her voice had a soft almost familiar Irish lilt. She stepped back, and Shawn wiped her feet on the mat and walked into the foyer.

It was all mahogany wood everywhere you looked. From the banister and the stairs leading to the second floor to the woodwork and double doors that Nellie Riordan now pushed open.

Shawn followed, feeling like she was in a museum. Nellie offered her a seat, and as she sat, Shawn took a quick inventory of Nellie. She was dressed in a smart pair of wool slacks and an Irish oatmeal-colored sweater with a brown turtleneck underneath. She looked very sexy, Shawn had to admit. Tall and lanky, taller than Shawn who was a good five-eight.

“Something to drink, Miss Coughlin?” she asked. “Tea perhaps?”

“That sounds fine, thanks,” Shawn said and swallowed, feeling like she was in church.

Nellie excused herself, and Shawn stood in gentlemanly fashion. Yes, Shawn, you’re quite the gentleman; she chuckled to herself and walked over to the fireplace, placing her hands up to the peat fire. She smiled, remembering how Maura praised her for her ability to keep the fire going. She then took a deep breath. “I will find you, whether you want me to or not.”

“Find who, Miss Coughlin?” Nellie asked from behind her.

Shit, Shawn thought. “A friend I just met,” she said. “So was Anne correct? Do you have a cottage to rent?”

Nellie smirked as if to remember a private joke. “Yes, Annie was right.” She held the letter and tapped it against her fingers.

Annie? Shawn thought. They must be old friends. Though Shawn couldn’t see the connection. This woman was high-brow and Anne Flanagan, was, well...Anne was what some writers called bawdy. A great gal with a heart of gold and her mind in the gutter! Shawn chuckled as the picture fit Ms. Flanagan.

“Well, shall I show you the cottage, Miss Coughlin? You’ll have to take your car, it’s farther back on the property.”

Chapter 7

Shawn followed Nellie down the winding path, and there near the cliff was an adorable white thatched cottage that faced the Atlantic Ocean. They pulled around to the front, and Shawn got out and smiled happily.

The hunter green Dutch door stood right in the middle, with two large windows on each side. She noticed a septic tank behind the cottage.

“Running water and toilet,” Nellie said almost proudly.

Shawn nodded as they walked up to the door. Nellie opened it and nearly had to duck her head as she entered.

“Wow.” Shawn sighed as she looked around. To the right was a stone wall that was almost taken up by the fireplace, which settled on a raised hearth. A black, cauldron-looking pot hung suspended over the grate.

“We still use the fireplace for cooking at times.” Nellie seemed to read Shawn’s questioning look.

A couch placed in front of the fireplace and a small table and two chairs situated under the big window gave the room a cozy feeling, with a wonderful view of the ocean. “This is beautiful.” Shawn followed the contours of the rest of the room. To the left was a hallway that led to bedrooms. Upon further inspection, one was the master room in the front, the other a smaller room in the back. A cozy, but efficient bathroom was at the end of this small hall, and Shawn raised a happy eyebrow at the oversized old free-standing bathtub.

“You could fit three people in that tub,” she said without thinking, and Nellie raised both eyebrows. And yes, once again, the scarlet color rose in Shawn’s face. “Not that I would. I just meant…”

“Ya turn a nice shade o’ red, Miss Coughlin.” Nellie chuckled as she turned down the hall.

Shawn hung her head, disgusted with herself. When will I learn to keep my big mouth shut? she thought.

Never!

The small kitchen was behind the wall where the fireplace was situated. A four-burner stove and a sink were situated at the far end. Another small table with two chairs was set in the middle of the room. Small, but functional, Shawn thought and nodded.

“This is great. I’ll take it.” Shawn rubbed her hands together. She loved it.

“We haven’t talked about the rent,” Nellie said seriously, and Shawn waved her hand.

“Don’t care. Just let me know,” she said, and Nellie gave her an incredulous look.

“How long will you be wanting to rent?”

Shawn stopped for a moment, gazing out at the Atlantic. “However long it takes,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

“That could run you a bit of money,” Nellie reminded her.

“That doesn’t matter,” Shawn said firmly and turned to her. “Deal, Miss Riordan?” She stuck out her hand.

“Deal, Miss Coughlin.” Nellie gave her hand a healthy pump. “Come, we’ll seal the bargain with a drink.”

Shawn grinned; this older woman lost her stiff, proud demeanor and could actually be a funny woman when she let her hair down.

Perhaps that was what Anne Flanagan liked about her.

*******

Once Shawn was settled in, she contemplated whether to try to find Maura or let it go. She let Veronica go. She figured she could let Maura go, as well. But she didn’t travel from Ennis to Galway for nothing. And Shawn knew it wasn’t that easy. Maura was in her soul now for better or worse. She knew from the start, the minute she saw her peek her head out her bedroom door. The moment she kissed her under that oak tree. It was consummated that night in her room. Never had she given herself so freely, so completely to another soul. Could she be that wrong?

Maybe Maura Devlin just wanted a good tumble and that was it.

Shawn would not agree. She knew she was too old for crushes. Too old for confusing sex with love. No, Shawn felt this deeply. And deep in her heart, she knew Maura felt it, too. She really hoped so, anyway.

*******

The next day, Shawn called Judy to explain her trip so far.

“What? In two days, you’ve fallen in love? God, Coughlin, I said to get inspired, not married.”

“I am inspired,” Shawn said logically as she put her feet up and warmed them by her new fireplace. She then sipped her wine.

“I meant for writing. Which by the way, have you been?”

“Yep. Got five chapters down in ten days. How’s that?”

“Sexy?”

Shawn rolled her eyes. “Yes, boss, there’s enough sex to get every lesbian in Chicago jumping like a cat on a hot tin roof.”

“But tastefully done.”

“Yes, tastefully. Very tasty,” Shawn said wickedly and laughed at the groan on the other end. “You walked right into that one.”

“Okay, tell me about this wild Irishwoman that’s stolen your heart,” Judy said affectionately. And for the next half hour, Shawn expounded on Maura and everything else that she’d been thinking about. Judy listened and smiled fondly, saying nothing.

Shawn knew Judy was her sounding board. Hell, she was almost her therapist. When she was done, she took a deep breath. “So that’s it. In a nutshell.”

“That’s because you’re a nut case,” Judy said and laughed along with her friend. “Seriously, you’d better be careful. She left for a reason. Maybe she doesn’t want to be found. She might’ve wanted just what she got. And you haven’t gone to look for her yet?”

“Well, you shouldn’t complain. I’ve written five chapters.” Shawn frowned and took the phone away from her ear and stuck her tongue out at it. “Oh, maybe you’re right.” Shawn sighed, oozing capitulation.

“Liar, don’t give me shit. You haven’t looked for her yet because you’re vacillating back and forth. But I know you. You’ve got your romantic ears up and you won’t give up until you find her and she swoons at your feet.”

“I’ll settle for an explanation from her,” Shawn said seriously.

“I’ve never heard you talk this maturely or seriously about love before. I’m shocked, but you know? I believe you.” There was silence on both ends for a moment before Judy roughly cleared her throat. “Now get back to work. Email those chapters tomorrow. I want three more by the end of the week!”

Shawn smiled. “Now that we’re being all sentimental. How lucky can a person get to have a good friend for a boss? You’ve been there for all my trials and tribulations. And I’m sure Hank wasn’t too thrilled with his wife being up until all hours listening to my laments.”

“Okay, enough mush. You’re my meal ticket. You don’t write, I don’t eat.”

Shawn laughed. “Well, I thank the gods above for such a hungry friend. Good night.”

*******

Shawn pulled into Galway, and after a few confusing directions, as only the Irish could do, she found the library. She finally decided to find the elusive Maura Devlin.

About time, you moron.

Ignoring the voice, Shawn walked into the old brick library, and the first thing that hit her was the wonderful musty, old book smell. She took a good whiff and grinned. God, she loved libraries. The old hardwood floor creaked as she walked up to the desk.

A young woman looked up and smiled. “May I help ya?”

Shawn smiled and explained what she needed. The young woman led her to the directory, then left. Shawn put on her glasses and started her search. She was amazed at how quickly she found Maura. Her heart skipped a few beats when she saw the name.

Dr. Maura Anne Bridget Devlin. Attorney at Law. Graduate, Trinity College. Graduate, Trinity School of Law, Magna Cum Laude. Fellowship, Trinity College, Doctorate.

“Holy shit,” Shawn exclaimed; she winced when she was summarily shushed by the librarian.

Oh, this is too good. You’re in love with a doctor.  

“A doctorate? Dr. Maura Devlin. Hmm,” Shawn whispered as she grinned, then got a naughty mental picture of staying after school. She cleared her throat, and her hands shook for some reason as she skimmed down to find what law firm she worked for presently. There was nothing there, but her last firm was in Galway. Barnes and Kelly. She scribbled down the address and got directions from the librarian.

She slowly drove to the address and found the stenciled window. Barnes and Kelly. She pulled up and parked, amazed at the crowd of people in this city. The last time she was in Galway was at least four years earlier. She never remembered it being this crowded, even in the beginning of the tourist season, as it was now.

She opened the door and walked in, not knowing what in the world she was going to say. An older woman looked up over her glasses. “May I help you, please?”

Shawn smiled and put on the charm. “I certainly hope so. I have an old friend I haven’t seen in quite some time. She used to work here, and I really would like to find her. Maura Devlin.”

The woman smiled fondly. “You’re a friend of Maura’s, are ya?”

Shawn flashed a disarming smile and nodded. “I haven’t seen her in so long, and I came all the way from America to surprise her and now I find she doesn’t work here anymore. Can you help? Please?” She almost begged the woman who softened, then glanced around.

“I’m not supposed to be giving out past employee information. But ya look so damned cute,” she said with a wink.

Shawn blinked and straightened; she certainly wasn’t expecting that reaction.

The woman scribbled on a piece of paper and tore it off, handing it to Shawn, who took it and gave her a genuine smile. The woman winked. “I liked Maura. She’s a grand gal. And after Kathleen…” She made that tsking noise your mother used to make and shook her head.

Shawn frowned. For some reason, she was getting tired of hearing about Kathleen.

Uh, stupid..? You’re jealous over a woman you didn’t even know. For a woman you don’t know wants you and who can’t even find… Hello!

She grimaced, wanting to strangle the inner voice, and looked at the address, then looked helplessly at the woman for further instruction. The woman chuckled. “Go two blocks and maybe a half more. It’s a green building on the right at the corner. If you wind up in Galway Bay...”

“I know I’ve gone too far. Thanks.” Shawn smiled and walked out.

The green building was right where she said it would be, thank God. The Irish and their convoluted directions… Shawn sat there and just watched the building.

Well, know what, genius?

“I dunno.” Shawn sighed.

This is what you wanted, right? To find her, ask her why she made wild love to you all night. Brought you to places you’ve never been. Touched your soul, then left...without a word? Well?

Shawn sat there, frowning, with her palms sweating and her heart pounding. She also ignored…

Hello? Anybody out there? Are you gonna go and find her or do what you always do? Write till your head falls off and you don’t have to think about anything. Whatta ya care anyway? It’s not like you, oh, I don’t know, love her, is it?

Shawn suddenly took a deep breath and put the car in gear.

Coward. You lousy stinking coward! Come this far and what? Turn tail and run. The best thing that’s happened to you in years and you run.

She sat back and put a shaky hand to her head. “Damn you, Maura!” She banged the steering wheel.

Great, now blame her! Just like Veronica. Shift the blame. Shift, shift, shift...

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” she yelled, slamming her fist on the steering wheel again.

Two people who were walking in front of her car jumped, then scooted away.

Shawn winced apologetically. “Sorry… I was...” she called out her window, then closed her eyes and sighed deeply. “I am nuts.”

Nuts about her…

Shawn was just about to have another argument with herself when the door opened to the green building, and there she was...

Ah!Her red wavy hair shimmering, her smiling face beaming. Her big cape blowing. Her big blue’s eyes sparkling—

“Her big explanation,” Shawn interrupted the annoying voice with a low growl, “better be good.” Suddenly angry, she bolted out of her car and followed Maura down the street. At the stoplight, Shawn walked up behind her.

“A note would have been a nice touch,” Shawn said in her ear.

Maura jumped and turned around. Shawn was happy to see the stunned expression.

Chapter 8

Maura blinked several times as Shawn glared at her, torn between wanting to strangle her and kiss her to death.

“Shawn!” she exclaimed and had the decency to turn red.

“You remembered my name. That’s a good sign,” Shawn said angrily. The light changed, and Shawn grabbed Maura by the arm and pulled her out of the pedestrian traffic. “So what was it? Why didn’t you even say goodbye?” she asked, honestly confounded.

“Shawn, please. Don’t...” she begged.

“Don’t what—care? Look, I spent quite a few years allowing myself to be manipulated and lied to. I’m not going to do it again, not with you. You mean...” Shawn stopped and took a deep breath. Maura’s eyes widened, and she searched Shawn’s face. “Okay, what was it? A good fuck? Is that what it was for you? Well, you shoulda let me at least return the favor,” Shawn said through clenched teeth.

Maura glared at her. “No! That wasn’t it,” she said, her anger rising.

Shawn let out a rude laugh. Her pride and anger paramount. “Oh, give me a break. So, Maura, were you really fucking Kathleen the whole time?” she asked with a sneer and saw the deep anger in Maura’s sapphire eyes.

Maura reared back and slapped Shawn across the face with such force, she actually stumbled. Her head snapped, and she instantly tasted the blood from the cut on her lip. Her hand instinctively went to her mouth.

Maura then put her face in her hands and cried.

“Hmm. I guess you were. Goodbye, Maura,” Shawn said thickly as her upper lip began to swell. She turned and started to walk away.

Maura pulled at her arm. “Shawn, I’m sorry. I had no right,” she said in tears.

Shawn gently pulled her arm away and looked into her tear-filled eyes. “I don’t understand. I’d like to. I wish you felt the same,” Shawn said, her eyes also brimming with tears.

She walked past Maura and down the street. She got in her car and quickly pulled away, wiping away the tears that blurred her vision as she drove back to the cottage.

*******

Shawn pulled up to find Nellie at her door. She whirled around, her smile fading when she saw Shawn holding a bloodied Kleenex to her mouth.

“Good heavens, Miss Coughlin, what happened? Come inside.”

Got your ass kicked. But good.  

Shawn sat at the table under the window as Nellie gently dabbed the sizable cut on her lip. “Would you like to tell me?”

Shawn winced as Nellie put the antiseptic on her lip. She then sat across from Shawn and waited.

“I-I got slapped.” That sounded so lame, she thought.

“I can see that, but by whom?” Nellie asked softly.

Shawn frowned, then looked at her, not knowing what to say.

“Shawn. I know Annie Flanagan. So I know...”

“Oh, great.” Shawn sat back. “Okay. I met this woman. Extremely bright and intelligent. Funny and attractive. We, well, the other night, she came to my room.” Shawn stood and paced, then turned to Nellie. “She came to my room,” she said again helplessly.

Nellie smiled. “I get the general idea. What happened?” she asked, then put her hand up. “I mean afterward.”

Shawn took a deep quivering breath. “I woke up and she was gone. No note, nothing. She checked out and disappeared. So I…”

“Found her. And when you found her?”

“I insulted her and she slapped me.” Shawn gave her a weak smile.

You deserved it.

“Did she explain?”

Shawn? Be honest.

“Well.”

Ah, ah, ah… the annoying voice warned.

Shawn let out a deflated grunt and flopped on the couch. “She tried, but I was too damned angry.”

“Well, I can see your point. That wasn’t the nicest thing to do. But how well do you know this woman? Perhaps she just wanted that one night.”

Shawn frowned deeply, then paced in front of the fire in contemplation. “No, I don’t think so. I mean, it was fast and crazy, I guess. Believe me, I understand that. I don’t want to go into it, but there just seemed to be so much passion from her.” She stopped and shook her head. “Look. I’ve had my share of casual sex in my life. I know the feeling. But here, I don’t know. I just don’t get that feeling. That feeling of just a good fu... uh, good sex, then see ya, bye-bye.” She sat across from Nellie again and rubbed her jaw. “She can sure pack a wallop, though. I think she loosened a tooth.”

“Yes, the corner of your mouth is turning a nice shade of purple.” Nellie gave her a side glance. “I think you need to see her again.”

Shawn’s eyes lit up. “You think so? I don’t know where she lives…”

“Well, I know of a place in Galway. There’s a bar,” she said and raised a knowing eyebrow.

Shawn grinned. “Really?”

“If she lives in the area, she might be there,” Nellie offered with a shrug. “It’s worth a try.”

Shawn now beamed as she flexed her sore jaw. “It might be at that.”

Love-struck idiot.

*******

After getting directions from Nellie, Shawn was totally lost, but finally, she found the bar.

Sister’s Moon. Catchy name, Shawn thought as she parked across the street and headed inside. It seemed more like a tavern in the front, then in the back, it was more or less your typical club scene. Loud music, dimmer lights. Shawn grinned. Ah, younger days—been there, done that.

She opted for the tavern and sat at the end of the bar. The bartender walked up and smiled. “Hi. Name your poison.”

Shawn grinned. “Guinness.”

“Right then.” She smiled and walked away. Shawn raised an eyebrow at the shapely young woman, who if she was twenty-one, it’d be a miracle.

She walked back and set the frothy ale in front of Shawn. “You’re a Yank,” the bartender surmised. “What happened to your lip?”

“Oh, nothing. Yes, I’m a Yank. Shawn Coughlin.” She stuck out her hand. The young woman smiled as she wiped off her hand on her bar towel.

“Kelly,” she said, taking her hand. Then her smile faded, replaced by a toothy grin. “You’re not? Are ya?” she asked, then dashed away.

Shawn sat there and looked around. She was the only one at the bar.

With that, Kelly came back with a book, and Shawn hid her eyes. “It’s you,” she squealed and opened the back flap. There was Shawn’s picture and her brief bio.

“Oh, God.” She groaned and gulped her ale.

“Oh, God, is right. I’ve read this book three times. It just came over to the British Isles.”

Just then, a group of young women came in and sat at the table. All the same age, looking prepubescent...

Kelly took the pen from behind her ear. “Please,” she begged and handed Shawn the pen and book.

Shawn nervously glanced around and took the book and pen. Scrawling a line or two, she then handed it back to Kelly. “Now, please, keep this...”

“Oh, shite! Ya signed it Always, Shawn.” She jumped and held the book to her heart. Good grief.

Shawn felt like an ass; she truly hated to be noticed. She reached across the bar and pleaded, “Kelly...”

Her plea fell on deaf ears as Kelly ran back to the other section of the bar. Within minutes, several women, all young came out to meet the sexy Yank writer. Shawn was mortified; she took out her cell phone and dialed Judy.

“Next time, tell me when you’re sending my book overseas,” Shawn bellowed into the phone.

“And have you get all weird and hightail it on the first plane back here? Not on your life. Let’s see how your vanishing Irishwoman feels now. Dump my best writer, will she? Ha!”

Shawn pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re insane.”

Judy laughed. “Forgive me. But at least the books arrived in the Emerald Isle. Sounds like you have an impromptu book signing going on there, sexy. Don’t forget to sell your autograph for top dollar. Where are you anyway?”

“In a gay bar in Galway.” Shawn grumbled at her as she signed another book while balancing the phone.

“Hmm. Have fun. And do not call me again.”

“Judy?” Shawn heard nothing but silence on the other end. “I hate you.” She snapped the phone closed.

Kelly shooed the last of the young women back to their tables.

“Bless you,” Shawn said and finished her ale. Immediately, another took its place. Shawn raised an eyebrow and reached in her pocket.

Kelly leaned over and shook her head. “Your money’s no good tonight. I’d be daft to make ya pay. You brought in more women than any band has in months.”

Shawn felt uncomfortable under Kelly’s smiling scrutiny. “What?” she asked, drinking the ale.

“I imagined ya more…”

“I know. Tall, dark, and sexy.” Shawn took another healthy drink.

Kelly gave her an odd look. “No. I think you’re very sexy. Tell me, be honest. Do ya write your love scenes from experience? It’s so romantic.”

Shawn looked at the young inquisitive woman, who was young enough to be her…well, she was too young for Shawn.

“Kelly, my dear,” Shawn said, feeling suddenly philosophical. “One day, and it may be after many attempts, when you meet the one who steals your heart and soul, you will make love like that, and it will be sweet, wonderful, and complete. And you’ll wonder how you ever took a breath before her,” Shawn said softly and sadly. But then she smiled.

Kelly leaned on the bar. “Ya can’t be single, I suppose?” Kelly sighed dreamily.

“You’re too old for me,” Shawn said with a wicked smile and took another drink.

Kelly laughed; she then looked beyond Shawn. “Oh, I’m sorry. I saw ya standing there. What can I get ya, luv?”

Shawn turned around, stunned into silence, which very rarely happened.

Oh, good God. What are the odds?

 Maura avoided Shawn’s dropping jaw. “I’ll have what the sexy Yank writer is having.”

Kelly smiled and nodded, then walked away.

“Mind if I sit?” Maura asked.

Kelly came back and was going to shoo Maura away, and Shawn put up a hand. “It’s okay, my knight in shining armor.” Shawn winked with what she hoped was some sort of seduction—whatever.

Kelly raised her eyes to the heavens and put her hand to her heart as if swooning and started wiping off the bar.

Shawn chuckled happily and drank her ale before answering Maura with a shrug. “It’s a free country.” Shawn then leaned toward Kelly. “This is a free country, isn’t it?”

Kelly laughed and continued wiping off the bar. “Until the revolution.”

Shawn laughed along, then she looked at Maura, who of course was stunning. She wore a tight-fighting dark green turtleneck and a tweed blazer. Her red hair was pulled back in a green silk scarf. As Shawn glanced further, she noticed the blue jeans and a pair of brown suede shoes. Crap! Shawn sighed inwardly.

Crap? Try shit! Try holy shit or hot damn, she looks fine… Or how about this one...Holy mother fu…

“Is this a hangout of yours?” Shawn broke the ice, ignoring her mind’s rambling.

“On occasion. I was across the street with...some friends, and we heard about some sexy Yank.”

“Yeah, some joke, huh?” Shawn said, then felt childish. So she maturely took a long drink.

Maura closed her eyes momentarily as if she were counting. Inwardly, Shawn did a happy dance. “Shawn, I want to apologize for slapping ya,” she said quietly.

Shawn could feel Maura watching her; Shawn was contemplating her ale. “No, I’m sorry. I was wrong. You owe me nothing. I...” She stopped when Maura put a hand under her chin to turn her face toward her.

Her lip was cut and turning purple. Maura winced and felt horrible. “A redheaded temper,” Shawn said and smiled slightly.

Then unexpectedly, Maura leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips. Shawn sighed slightly but didn’t move. Maura pulled back. “I am so sorry,” she said earnestly.

Their eyes met, both rimmed with tears. “Please talk to me,” Shawn said in a quiet voice. “If it was just sex, just tell me and I won’t bother you anymore.”

“I can’t do that, Shawneen.”

“Please, don’t call me that if you don’t mean it. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been trying to forget you. Trying to remember you. Trying to write you out of my system. I’ve tried to find you for two weeks. Then I find you, and I make a complete fucking ass out of myself.”

Maura put a fingertip over her lips. She gingerly caressed the bruise at the corner of her mouth. “Shh. Can we go and talk somewhere?”

With that, five women came up and begged Shawn to sign their books. Maura stepped back and gave an exasperated, near jealous glare at the collective group.

Inwardly, Shawn did the happy dance once again when she saw the look on Maura’s face. “Why sure, honey. What’s your name?” Shawn asked one who stood so close she might as well have been in Shawn’s back pocket.

Maura raised her glass to Kelly, who struggled to reach it over the women standing at the bar, and took Maura’s empty glass.

Shawn scribbled her name in the woman’s book, glancing at Maura who looked—well, Shawn didn’t know. Was she pissed? Bored? Jealous?

Kelly handed Maura her drink; she took a healthy swig. Shawn chatted with the woman, not really hearing a word she said, her mind totally on Maura, who suddenly shook her head, tossed a few dollars on the bar, and headed out the door.

“Sorry, gotta go,” Shawn said quickly. “Kelly, it was nice, thanks, really but—”

“Go, woman!” Kelly said with a grin.

Shawn ran out the door and looked in all directions. “Damn it…” she said helplessly when she couldn’t see Maura. She took off down the cobblestone street, hoping desperately to find her.

*******

“Maura!”

Maura heard the familiar voice but stubbornly kept walking.

“Wait, please,” Shawn pleaded.

Maura stopped dead, then looked to the heavens. “What am I going to do with this woman?” She turned to see Shawn jogging up to her. Breathless, Shawn stood before her. They looked at each other for a time.

Shawn pulled her jacket collar up. “Do you live nearby?” she asked, and Maura looked down at her feet. She absently kicked the cobblestone.

“Is this some Irish ritual? Or are you going to answer me?” Shawn grinned slightly.

Maura looked up and at that lopsided goofy grin. “I live around the next block or so.”

Shawn raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Okay. I’ve been tracking you for two weeks. You Irish are horrible at directions. I’m lucky I found you.”

“No. I’m lucky you found me,” Maura said in her soft lilting voice that would forever melt Shawn’s heart.

Maura started up the cobblestones, and Shawn walked beside her, her hands deep in her pockets. They walked for a block or so, then Maura stopped. “I live here in this flat. Well, during the week, anyway.”

“Invite me up? Or do we have to freeze out here? I mean, you are trembling. I’m assuming it’s from the cold.”

Maura looked into her eyes, then turned and unlocked the door with a shaky hand. Shawn followed her up the flight of stairs to the back apartment. She opened the door, and they walked into the darkness.

Turning on a small light, Shawn closed the door, and Maura tossed her keys on the desk. “Come in, please,” she said softly, and Shawn walked into the expansive living room. A huge couch was situated under the large picture window. A coffee table in front of that and a small fireplace on the opposite wall. Beautiful landscape and seascape pictures tastefully adorned the walls, giving the room a comfortable, classic look along with the hardwood floor and oval wool rug. Big, billowy pillows were carelessly thrown by the hearth.

“Nice. I like it.” Shawn looked around. She peered down the hall to what she assumed were the bedroom and bath. To her right was a small but efficient kitchen.

“It’s small, but it’s all I need,” Maura said as if she were validating her own home.

“Maura, it’s nice. Really. I feel very comfortable here.”

“How about some coffee?” she asked, and Shawn nodded.

“Mind if I start a fire?” Shawn asked, and Maura grinned and nodded.

With the fire glowing, Shawn sat on the couch at the end. Maura came in and handed Shawn a steamy cup. “Hmm. Thanks, had a bit too much at the bar,” she admitted, and Maura narrowed her eyes at her.

“I wouldn’t think ya had any time to drink with the flock of women pawing at ya,” she said absently, and Shawn raised an eyebrow over her coffee cup.

“They weren’t pawing, really. Well, maybe one,” she said logically. Maura’s jaw clenched, but she said nothing as she sat next to Shawn on the couch. She had taken off her tweed blazer and only wore the tight green turtleneck. Shawn glanced down to see that her nipples were straining against the fabric of her shirt.

Okay, Romeo, what do you have in mind?

Nothing, Shawn answered her thoughts. I’m gonna find out why she bolted, then we’ll do this right. I’m not screwing up twice. This one is too important, she thought as she watched Maura.

Okay, you’re on your own.

“Have ya heard a thing I said?” Maura asked, and Shawn blinked. Shit...

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said I was sorry for slapping ya,” Maura repeated, and Shawn flexed her jaw, holding it with her hand.

“Hmm. You hurt me, ya know. But I think I asked for it.”

Maura said nothing as she drank her coffee. Shawn would not press it. Deep in her heart, she knew something was making Maura act the way she did. She’d wait until she told her.

“You must have a long ride back to Clare. You could stay the night. I know you’ve had a bit to drink. These roads get very dark.”

“Thank you. I will if you don’t mind. This couch seems comfy,” Shawn said. No sense telling her she was renting a cottage twenty minutes from here. “You know I’ll listen. You just need to talk to me.”

Maura folded her arms around her chest and shivered but said nothing.

Shawn leaned over and kissed her cheek. Maura sighed and leaned into her as Shawn then kissed her jaw, then her ear.

“Maura,” she whispered.

Maura then moved away. “Don’t be doing that to me,” she said breathlessly.

Shawn raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“B-because that’s why.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Well, it’ll have to do,” Maura said, her voice quavering.

“Hmm.  So let me get this straight… It’s okay for you to flirt with me all day while on our picnic.” Shawn held her hand up. “You did, don’t even try to deny it. It’s okay for you to kiss me, touch me, and for me to kiss you and hold you,” she whispered close to her, and Maura sighed again. “Then it’s all right for you to come to my room and basically ravage my body, which I thoroughly enjoyed, by the way. Then you leave without a word. But I can’t kiss you here tonight?”

Maura looked at her hands. “Y-yes.”

“With no explanation..?”

“Y-yes,” Maura said in a small voice.

Shawn shook her head, then kissed her cheek. “You’re hiding, and I don’t know why. But you do what you have to do. Now if you don’t mind. Could I have a blanket? I’m exhausted.”

Maura cleared her throat and quickly got up. She came back with a sheet and a quilt. Together they made up the couch. “Well, then. I’ll be sayin’ good night. If ya need anything...”

“You’re down the hall. Yes, thank you. Don’t peek if I need to use the bathroom. No pajamas, remember?” Shawn pulled her sweater over her head.

Maura watched her for an instant and shivered as she saw the black bra hiding the treasures she feasted on not too long ago.

Shawn unzipped her jeans. “Maura, I went commando this evening…” she warned as she started to pull off her jeans.

Maura swallowed, then turned quickly. “Good night, Shawn.” Her voice came out in a squeak as she made a hasty retreat.

Shawn chuckled and pulled off her jeans. She slipped out of her bra, then slid under the quilt. She lay there for a time staring at the ceiling. She heard Maura walking in her room, then in the bathroom. The light went out in her bedroom, and the apartment was so quiet, Shawn could swear she heard Maura’s breathing. She sighed and fell into a deep but uneasy sleep.

*******

Maura woke and slipped into her robe. She had an abysmal night of sleep; she tossed and turned, warring with her heart—she had to tell Shawn about Kathleen. And she had to tell her now…Maura sighed, she had no idea what she to say, but Shawn deserved an explanation.

She tiptoed down the hall, not wanting to wake Shawn. As she got to the living room, her mouth dropped. The blanket and sheet were neatly folded at the end of the couch, and Shawn was gone.

As she sadly walked up to the couch, she noticed a piece of paper on the neatly folded covers. With a shaky hand, she read the note.

Maura,

Thanks for the couch. You’re such a good woman, but it appears you have unresolved issues with Kathleen. Perhaps you should contact her and talk it out.

I hope all goes well with you.

I enjoyed every second with you… Even the slap!

Be happy,

Shawn

Maura sat there, her hands shaking and her heart breaking. She buried her face in her hands and wept. “I deserve this.” She cried to herself and held the note to her heart.

Chapter 9

Nellie sat at the familiar table in the familiar restaurant and smiled fondly as she waited. Then there she was. This little thorn in her side for over thirty years. She walked up to Nellie and grinned like a fool. Nellie smiled and shook her head.

“Nellie ole girl. My girl,” Anne said fondly and winked, then kissed her cheek. Nellie blushed. Only Annie Flanagan could make her blush. It was annoying.

“Annie,” Nellie said as Anne sat down. Nellie looked across at the woman who hadn’t changed in thirty years. Oh, they were older, much older, and much grayer, and they didn’t move as quickly as they used to, but nothing of any real importance had changed. Annie Flanagan was a pain in the arse, and Eleanor Riordan loved her.

“You stay away too much, Nellie,” Anne said as she smiled.

“Jaysus, woman. I was just here last month,” Nellie exclaimed as she looked around.

Anne gave her a devilish grin. “I know, and that’s too long to go without.”

Nellie turned bright red and smoothed the napkin in her lap. “I don’t have a problem with that,” she lied primly and put a hand to her white hair.

“Ya diddle yourself then, love?” Anne asked seriously.

Nellie shot a horrified look at her lover, who was grinning like a fool.

Both women laughed.  “Ya old fool,” Nellie exclaimed.

Anne laughed and ordered a Guinness. She looked over to see Nellie drinking tea. “She’ll have one, as well,” Anne told the waiter.

Nellie glared at her. “I hate it when ya do that!”

Annie laughed, loving to rankle her. “No, ya don’t. And that’s what ya hate. What you’ve always let get to you. To us,” Anne said firmly with a twinkle in her watery eyes. “I swear I’ll be on me death bed before you admit I was right all these years. We should’ve been living together, Nellie darlin’!” Anne said wickedly, seeing the color rise in Nellie’s cheeks. “Instead of meeting on weekends and holidays and sneaking off.” Anne then grinned. “Although I do love to sneak away with ya. I feel so naughty.” She laughed.

So did Nellie, then she cleared her throat. “Don’t start. We’re here for another reason,” Nellie said as the waiter put the pints in front of them.

“Exactly so. Now what’s been happening with our young lovers?” Anne asked and took a healthy drink. Nellie sipped at hers, and Anne grinned. How she loved this woman.

Nellie explained the last couple of weeks, culminating with the slap.

“Ouch! She slapped her? Good heavens, she’s like yourself. Such a temper. What did Shawn do?” Anne asked, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

“Well, she went to Sister’s Moon.”

Annie grinned. “We’ve never been there. I want to go.”

Nellie rubbed her temple. “Let’s figure out one disaster at a time,” she pleaded, and Annie laughed and reached across to hold on to Nellie’s hand. Nellie glanced around but did not take her hand away as she usually did. Anne was astonished—any type of display of affection in public usually wound up in an argument.

Now Anne’s heart beat wildly. “I think I’m having a heart attack.” She sighed happily.

Nellie smiled and shook her head. She squeezed her hand, then let it go. “To get back to the issue. Shawn didn’t come home till this morning, but she looked none too happy. I went to see her. She told me that she slept on the couch, then left her a note. Maura hasn’t told her.”

“How do ya know, darlin’?” Anne drank her ale.

“Shawn told Maura in the note to have it out with Kathleen.”

Anne winced. “Ach. Maura, Maura. Stubborn like her aunt,” Anne scolded gently. Nellie said nothing but looked at her plate. “And proud. Too proud.” Anne finished her ale. She beckoned the waiter.

Nellie raised an eyebrow. “Don’t overdo it, Annie,” she said in a worried voice.

Anne watched the waiter. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine and you’re spending the night,” she said firmly, then looked right at her. “All night.”

Nellie swallowed. Now she drained the contents of her glass.

*******

They lay in the familiar bed next to each other. Anne smiled as she felt the warm old body next to her. Nellie was sleeping, her head resting on Anne’s shoulders, her arms across Anne’s bare chest.

Anne Flanagan and Nellie Riordan had known each other since they were children. Nellie lived on the farm and Anne down the road. They went to school together. Dated the same boys, traded secrets. They went to confession, like good Catholic girls, then giggled as they told each other what they confessed.

Then college. That was where it happened. Anne didn’t go to college, her family couldn’t afford it. Her parents had moved to Clare and purchased the inn. So she stayed and worked there. All her life, she knew she wasn’t like the other girls. Oh, she dated and experimented as she got older. But when she was twenty, an older woman was staying at the inn. That was when Anne Flanagan found out about herself. Her first taste of sex with another woman was sweet but short lived.

However, it was a wild awakening, and she knew she had to tell her friend. Nellie was at Trinity College when Anne went to visit for the weekend. After a few pints, Anne got the nerve to tell Nellie.

At first, Nellie just stared and blinked. Anne remembered the blank look on her face and smiled now, looking down at the same sleeping woman in her arms.

Then it happened. After a few pints of stout, Anne found the nerve to kiss Nellie. That was that. It was a wild awakening for Nellie, as well. Though it didn’t happen for another year or so, Nellie was thinking about Anne all the time now. Her soft lips against her own. The burning feeling that she felt for no other.

Within the next year, they became lovers. Complete and never-ending. They both knew it. However, Nellie wasn’t as open with her love as Anne was. They tried to live together, but Nellie’s family would never understand. Anne didn’t have that problem. Her parents died young, leaving the Clare Inn to her.

Little did they know that their daughter would cater primarily to lesbians. Anne didn’t care. She knew it was hard to be gay in Ireland back then. She even thought of going to America to be with her cousin’s family.

But it nearly broke Nellie’s heart. So she stayed. Nellie in Galway, Anne in Clare. Two women in love forever. It’d been a bumpy ride, but Anne Flanagan wouldn’t change one bump in the road, not one minute with this woman she held on to now.

Nellie stirred in her arms and woke. She looked up and smiled. “One of these days, we’re gonna have a heart attack, ya know that, don’t ya, Miss Flanagan?” Nellie whispered, then kissed the top of her breast.

Anne gently rolled Nellie onto her back, her eyes smiling, searching the face she loved. “I don’t want to be away from you any longer, Nellie. I’m thinking of selling the inn,” she blurted out.

Nellie’s eyes widened. “But you’ve had it all these years, dear. What’ll ya do?”

“Well, Maggie’s been after me to sell. She’s good. Young and a good chef, as well. She’d make a grand owner. I…I thought I’d go visit my cousin in Boston.”

Nellie moved uncomfortably next to her. “Boston? Why?”

“Well, I’ve got two choices, my love. I can go to Boston or live with you.”

Nellie’s eyes widened, and she swallowed with difficulty. “A-Annie. Why must you always push me…?” Anne grinned and kissed her neck. Nellie gasped and took a deep breath. “You’re not playing fair.” She sighed as she felt Anne’s hand caress her stomach.

“I know, Nellie darlin’. But we’re wasting time. I want to live with ya, dear. I’m done seeing ya once a month. Or even on the weekends. We’re too old for this. It’s got to stop. We’re either living the rest of our lives together or I go to Boston.”

“Fine then,” Nellie said angrily. “Go to Boston.”

Anne raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “All right,” she said and started to move away.

Nellie quickly pulled her back. “Damn you. You would, wouldn’t ya? Leave just to prove your blasted point!”

Anne loomed over her. “Do ya love me?”

Nellie rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. Anne put her hand under her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. “Answer me, love.”

“You know I do, you old fool.” Nellie sighed as Anne caressed her soft cheek. “Do..?” Nellie stopped herself.

Inwardly, Anne grinned, too proud…

“Was there something ya wanted to ask, dear?” Anne whispered as she grinned.

Nellie looked up at her and narrowed her eyes at the woman she adored. Anne looked down and waited. “Do ya love me?” Nellie finally asked in a small voice.

Anne now swallowed the lump in her throat; she lowered her head and kissed Nellie deeply.

All at once, it was thirty years ago. They were lying in the same bed, in the same room when Nellie asked that very question. The kiss was the same, the lips were the same; the deep burning love was still there. After thirty years.

“I’ve never loved another,” Annie said as the tears welled in her eyes. Nellie reached up and touched the weathered face and smiled. “When our time comes to leave this earth, I want to be held in your arms. I don’t want us to get that phone call when the other... I don’t want to be away from you for another minute,” Anne whispered and once again softly touched her lips with her own.

“God help me. You’re a constant thorn in my side. But I agree with ya. Sell your inn. Come live with me.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around Anne’s neck, pulling her close. “Now make love to me, you old foolish woman.”

*******

Nellie grinned like a fool as she drove back to Galway. Damn that Annie. She had already sold the inn to Maggie O’Hara three weeks earlier. Of course, Annie didn’t bother telling Nellie that until after she made love to her, leaving her wanting more… If that were possible.

“Foolish woman,” she said, laughing. She pulled up to her farm and saw Shawn walking, her shoulders slumped and her hands deep in her pockets, kicking stones as she ambled along.

“Well, you look glum, Shawn,” Nellie said as she got out of the car.

Shawn looked up and shrugged. “I’ve got a deadline, and I… Hell, I’m a mess.” Shawn ran a hand through her unruly hair.

 Nellie shook her head. Something had to give here. She only hoped her niece would come to her senses.

*******

Anne finished packing the few things she wanted to take to Nellie’s. She laughed as she remembered the angry, astonished look on Nellie’s face after she told her she’d already sold the inn.

“You…? Ya made me think you were goin’ to Boston?” Nellie yelled.

Anne winced but grinned. “Well, I had to be sure what your reaction would be,” Anne explained logically. Then she walked up to Nellie and caressed her cheek. “Ya said ya loved me and ya can’t take it back,” she said childishly. Nellie glared down at her, then smiled.

“You’re a big child. Ya need a keeper.” Nellie gently cupped her face. “You’d better live with me. I can’t let ya alone for a moment.”

Anne now grinned happily as she finished putting the last of her belongings in the box. With that, Maggie knocked on her door and poked her head in. “Maura Devlin’s out in the lobby.”

Anne raised a happy eyebrow and rubbed her hands together. “Now it starts.” She grinned and did an Irish jig.

Maura sat in the sitting room, pacing when Anne walked in. “Maura, darlin’,” Anne said, then stopped when she saw the red eyes.

“Anne, is Shawn here?”

“No, darlin’. She checked out ten days ago.” Anne tried to be light. “Why, dear?”

Maura fell into the chair and ran her fingers through her red hair. “I’m... I need to find her. I saw her yesterday and last night, but she left this morning, and I don’t know where to find her.”

“For what, love?” Anne sat on the couch next to her.

Maura shrugged and looked at her hands. “I just need her... I mean, I need to talk to her is all.”

Anne heard the stubborn, yet soft tone that sounded so much like her aunt’s. Proud...too proud was Maura Riordan Devlin. Just like her aunt.

“All right then. Tell me what’s happened,” Anne said tenderly.

Maura started and told her the whole story, including the slap.

“Ya slapped her? Goodness, you’ve got your aunt’s temper,” Anne scolded.

Maura gave her a shamed look. “I’ve apologized. I feel horrible.”

“What is it that ya want from this woman?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Maura said angrily and stood, pacing by the fire. Anne raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “Why am I botherin’? Why? I’ve apologized for slapping her.”

“But ya didn’t answer her question, love,” Anne said. Maura opened her mouth to protest, then shut it. “Why? You’re obviously in love with this woman.”

“In love? No. No, I’m not. No,” Maura said quickly as she paced back and forth. “No. I mean, yes, she’s desirable. She’s kind, funny, and smart. She’s got a soft side to her that I don’t think too many people see,” she said, calming down. Anne said nothing, just letting her talk through this. “She’s passionate and considerate. Hell, I slapped her so hard. And she still wants me... and cares about my well-being. She’s either the most wonderful woman or she’s...nuts.” Maura sighed and sat down.

Anne grinned. “I don’t think she’s insane. Why don’t ya tell her? You’ve either got to tell her or never see her again.”

“That’s not possible. I don’t think I’ll be the same if I don’t see her again.”

Anne stood, then lifted Maura up by her arms. “Go. Talk to your aunt.”

“I suppose. Aunt Nellie and you, well, you understand. Thanks.” Maura kissed her cheek.

*******

Maura drove all the way back to Nellie’s farm. It was getting late as she pulled up the familiar circular drive and rang the bell.

“Good heavens. Use your key,” Nellie scolded gently and kissed her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

She led Maura into the library and sat her on the couch. “Wait. We need tea, I can tell,” she whispered and kissed her head.

Maura smiled fondly and sat back. She took a deep sad breath as she looked around the cozy room, trying not to think of Shawn, Kathleen... Nellie returned a few moments later and poured a cup, then handed it to Maura.

“All right now. Tell me what’s been happening.”

Maura took a deep breath and explained, avoiding her aunt’s shocked expression. When she gave Maura a motherly glare when she told her about the slap, Maura really avoided her, feeling very much like a scolded child. She finished in a rush, mainly because she felt the tears starting to overtake her. “So I don’t know where she is.”

“Maura, dear. Are ya in love with this woman?”

“Anne asked me the same thing. I-I don’t know. It’s been so long, Aunt Nellie. Everyone I’ve ever loved has been taken away. It’s as if I’m paying for my mistake over and over. I suppose I don’t want Shawn to be a part of that. But I do love her.” She buried her face in her hands and cried helplessly.

Nellie sat next to her niece and put an arm around her. “Little Bridget was not a mistake,” Nellie gently reminded her.

Maura cried all the more. Too many memories, too much pain came flooding back.

“You’ve got a second chance, Maura. Don’t let it slip away. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life is too fragile, dear.” She kissed her head and continued, “That’s why Annie is coming here to live with me.”

Maura shot her an incredulous look and wiped away the tears. Then she grinned and hugged her. “Oh, I’m so happy for you. You love each other so much.”

“Thank you. Now you have to make a decision. You must deal with the past or live in this dark abyss you’ve made.” She placed a small kiss against her temple. “This is no way to live.”

Maura let her go and let out a tired sigh. She looked exhausted. “It’s late. Why don’t you go and stay at the cottage? You love it there. Maybe you can get some thinking done,” Nellie offered.

Maura nodded. “Maybe you’re right. Is it all set up? I thought ya had a lodger?” 

Nellie shook her head, but Maura noticed her hesitation. “No, go now. Leave your car and have a good walk. Then take a hot bath and we’ll talk in the morning.”

*******

Shawn drove down the road and past Nellie’s house. It was ten o’clock and pitch dark as she drove farther to the cottage.

Well, the ball’s in her court.

“Yes, it is,” Shawn said as she pulled up to the cottage. “I found her because I...I love her. If she loves me, she’ll find me.”

Dangerous game you’re playing...

“I’ll chance it. Now shut up.” She shut off the engine and sat for a moment, praying to every saint she could think of.

She got out and stood by her car, looking up, and noticed the starry night. The moon was up and shining over the ocean. I could live here and be very content, she thought and walked into the cottage, wondering if Nellie would ever consider selling.

She frowned as she noticed the fireplace glowing. Nellie must have started it for her, knowing it was going to be chilly. Shawn shrugged and opened a bottle of wine. She then sat at the table and flipped up her laptop.

Shawn just stared at the computer. Nothing registered. She took a drink of wine, then tried. She typed a few lines but nothing of any substance. “Damn it,” she cursed and flipped it closed.

Then she heard something down the hall. Her heart pounded as she quietly picked up an andiron from the fireplace and headed down the hallway. The noise was coming from the bathroom. She took a deep breath and held the andiron up and threw open the bathroom door.

“Okay, fucker…” she yelled, ready to pounce on her intruder. She stopped in mid-pounce and blinked with the andiron held over her head.

Maura let out a screech as she grabbed for the towel. She was stark naked and just stepping out of the bathtub.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Shawn barked and looked around the bathroom for her heart. She swallowed—oh, there it is, in my stomach.

“What in the hell are you doing here? This is my house,” Maura shouted and tried to cover herself. “Will you please get out of here?”

Shawn gave her a smug grin and lowered the andiron. “Why? You’ve seen me naked. I think it’s only fair.”

“Get out!”

“Fine, fine. Take your time.”

Shawn grinned and closed the door. She retreated back to the table by the fireplace, put her legs up on the hearth, and picked up her wineglass.

Well, now what, Romeo? Your timing stinks!

 “Oh, I don’t know.” Shawn raised an eyebrow as she remembered the soapy, milky white skin and the red hair pinned up. She sipped her wine.

With that, Maura came storming out of the bathroom in the same adorable flannel robe.

“Hey, I remember that…” Shawn said.

Maura glared at her, tightening the belt around her. “Would you mind tellin’ me just how ya got in here?” Maura said angrily.

Shawn rocked in the chair, crossing her legs in a relaxing pose. “I’m renting this cottage…indefinitely,” she said definitely and sipped her wine. “Would you like a glass?” she asked but made no attempt to get up. “Help yourself. I think the glasses are in, well, you know where they are.” She waved her off and sipped her wine.

Maura narrowed her eyes at Shawn and ran her fingers through her thick hair. “My aunt,” she said with an accusatory tone.

“Nellie? Nellie is your aunt?” Shawn asked, then threw her head back and let out a barking laugh. All the pieces fit now, she thought. Anne and Nellie co-conspirators.

“What in the hell is so funny?” Maura demanded and crossed her arms in a defensive pose.

Shawn was still chuckling and shook her head. Then she looked at her seriously. “Did you even try to find me?” Shawn asked frankly.

By the way Maura’s blushing face matched her hair, Shawn knew she did. She grinned, and Maura turned from her. She went into the kitchen and got a glass of wine, bringing out the bottle and setting it none too quietly on the table where Shawn was sitting.

Maura took a healthy drink and avoided Shawn’s face. Shawn watched her with her inner struggle. So she continued.

“I talked to Anne after you ran away,” she said, punctuating the last two words. “She sent me here with a note to the owner. She neglected to tell me about Nellie and that she was your aunt or that you were even in Galway. I did a little detective work.” She stopped and grinned. “I write mystery novels, you know.”

She was happy to see Maura smile grudgingly. As if being caught, Maura stopped grinning. Shawn’s heart would never be the same. “I found you, and well, we both know what happened,” she said and flexed her jaw.

Maura looked at her then. The cut on Shawn’s lip all but healed, but the bruise, though fading, was still here. She winced apologetically once again.

“Your aunt then told me about Sister’s Moon. I’m glad she did,” Shawn finished.

“Why? Why didn’t ya just leave it alone?” Maura said in a small voice as she looked at her wineglass.

“I tried,” Shawn said with a shrug. “I’m weak, I guess.”

“I went back to the inn today to find ya.”

Shawn tried to hide her elation, but she couldn’t. She grinned like a fool. “You did?”

Maura looked up at the lopsided grin, then a faint smile crossed her lips. “I did.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wrong answer. Please try again.”

Maura took a deep quivering breath, and Shawn waited. Then Maura started to cry. Shawn frowned and started to get up, and Maura quickly stood and scooted out of her way. Shawn sat back down and just listened. She ached to go to her, to comfort her in some way. However, she knew that Maura needed to get whatever this was out. It was the most agonizing moment Shawn ever knew.

Shawn then tried to make it easier. “Look, Maura. If this is about Kathleen. If you’re still in love with her, I’d understand.”

“Kathleen is dead, Shawn.”

Chapter 10

Nice going.

Shawn sat there dumbfounded. “Maura, I am... So sorry, sweetie.”

Maura put up a hand to stop her. “Please. Let me get this out.” Maura sat on the couch, staring at the glowing peat fire. “I’ll tell ya all of it, Shawneen. Then you can decide whether or not it was a good idea for ya to come looking for me.” She looked at Shawn, who smiled and nodded.

“When I was young, just starting at the university...God, it seems so long ago. I had an affair with a much older man. And you can imagine how it turned out. I had never thought of having an abortion. And I’m glad I didn’t. I had a beautiful baby girl, Bridget.” She stopped and smiled. “She was beautiful, but I knew it would be hard on her, so I thought of giving her up. But when I held on to that tiny hand...Well, though my parents were furious, angry, and disappointed in me, they decided it was better to be supportive and help me with Bridget. So between all of us, little Brig had a happy home. My mother and I had a frank discussion, she was determined to see me finish law school, which I did.” She shrugged as if it meant nothing.

Only then did Shawn make a sound. She grunted sarcastically. Maura gave her a wary grin. “Doctor Devlin?”

Maura raised her eyebrows. “You’d make a good detective, Miss Coughlin,” she said, then continued. “So I had just finished my third year at law school and had a few prospects. Bridget was seven…” Maura stopped and smiled. “And then I met Kathleen. It was a shocker, believe me. I never thought I’d be attracted to another woman. She walked into the courtroom, and I was bowled over. She’s the only women I loved...” Her voice faded; Shawn couldn’t help but feel her heart sink. “Then I met you. We’ll get to that,” she said, not looking at Shawn.

“When my parents got wind of that, they changed. Having a child out of wedlock was one thing, but being a lesbian? They even threatened to take Brig away. I was desperate. We both agreed that we’d let Brig finish primary school. It was only a matter of five years. Then we’d leave, go to America if need be.” She stood and paced. “Everything was fine. Well, as fine as it could be given our situation. I’d see her every now and then. On weekends sometimes. I was guilt-ridden on many levels. Not loving Kathleen but hiding it. Hiding from my daughter. Feeling guilty for the way she was conceived. Feeling like someday I’d pay for my sin. Then…” She stopped and started shivering.

Shawn tensed every muscle in her body so she wouldn’t leap over and hold on to her.

“In the winter of her tenth year, my little Brig got pneumonia, and the poor child couldn’t resist. She died a month later.”

Shawn’s eyes filled with tears as she listened. Her body shook, trying not to allow her tears to overcome her. Maura hadn’t looked at her yet.

“That was so long ago,” she said, and for the first time, she looked at Shawn. Tears filled her eyes as she almost looked right through Shawn as if she were looking at someone else. Shawn blinked back her own tears and smiled weakly, trying to show her love and support. She ignored the fact that Maura had yet to tell her what exactly happened to Kathleen.

“Kathleen was as devastated as I. Together we tried, but there was a void now. I couldn’t get past it, and I pushed Kathleen away. We didn’t see each other for quite a while. I threw myself in my job. Trying to forget my little Brig and Kathleen. I felt as though I was getting what I deserved. Then one day years later, I saw Kathleen again. She was so beautiful, so alive, and I loved her still.” Then she let out a rude chuckle. “I should have known. The short of it? She developed ovarian cancer, and it spread like wildfire. She was dead quickly,” she said as if in a trance. Her face was pale, and her eyes no longer sparkled. “It’s like some ridiculous soap opera, isn’t it? I mean, how often does this happen?”

Shawn took a deep quivering breath, remembering and hating herself for her harsh words. No wonder Maura had slapped her. She felt like such an idiot.

“Since then, I’ve let no one in. Nothing, no contact really. Then I meet this funny, sexy Yank,” she said and smiled. Shawn smiled affectionately but said nothing. Maura wiped her eyes and continued, “I knew with that first kiss from you under those oak trees. I knew. My heart started beating again, and...I’m sorry I left you the way I did. I wanted ya so badly. I needed ya. But then when I watched you sleep and you looked so peaceful and happy, I knew it wouldn’t last. The gods are not looking at me with much favor.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So now ya know. And ya can go back to America to your life. I’m not fit for anyone.”

She sat there staring at the fire. Shawn was afraid to go to her, afraid she’d run. “I can’t. The first time around, I was blind. The second time around, I think I’m truly in love. I can never know what you’ve been through. Two people you loved taken away. I can’t change that, and neither can you. You did nothing wrong. There was a reason we found each other. We both loved once. We can find it again with each other.”

Maura looked up at her with teary eyes. “I’m no good,” she said in a pathetic voice that broke Shawn’s heart. She rushed to Maura and knelt in front of her, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t send me away. I won’t go. I can’t. We belong together. You feel that, I know you do.” She grabbed Maura’s cold hands. “Tell me you don’t feel it.”

“I do.” Maura sniffed and tiredly rubbed her forehead. “This was so exhausting,” she said with a laugh.

Shawn pulled her into her arms and kissed her. “I knew it,” she whispered against Maura’s lips.

“From the first day, I knew,” Maura wrapped her arms around Shawn’s neck, returning her kiss.

Shawn’s heart just about burst out of her chest. She slowly pulled back and stood, bringing Maura to her feet. “We have a lot to talk about, but it’s late. C’mon,” she said, kissing Maura’s forehead. “You need to sleep, you’re exhausted.” She led Maura down the hall to the bedroom.

Shawn sat on the edge of the bed after Maura lay down and let out a tired sigh. “I am tired,” she conceded with a yawn.

Shawn sat on the edge of the bed. “You sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning, sweetie.” Shawn whispered, and Maura, nearly asleep, smiled slightly.

“I love you,” she said as she faded off.

Shawn grinned. “I love you, too,” she whispered, kissing her forehead. She pulled the big quilt up to her neck and tucked her in.

*******

Maura woke the next morning, feeling drugged. She’d almost forgotten the night before. Then she smiled as she remembered how understanding Shawn had been. She looked over, almost expecting her to be lying there. But she was alone and couldn’t deny the pang of loneliness that wafted over her. She was falling in love with Shawn; she knew that now, but she also had to deal with the demons of her daughter and Kathleen. Her folly of the one-night stand, the aftermath that followed. She prayed Shawn would understand and be patient. She wouldn’t be surprised if she was gone...

She hauled her tired body out of bed and walked to the other bedroom. Shawn was neither there nor in the bathroom. Her heart began to sink as she walked into the living room. Then, there on the table a lone rose stood in the glass of water. A note was on the table. With a shaky hand, she opened it.

My Darling Maura,

I call you my darling now because that’s just what you are. It’s seven. I went for a walk. Be back in an hour to make breakfast.

I love you,

The Sexy Yank

PS. I didn’t know you had a rose garden.

Maura grinned and bent down to smell the fragrance of the tiny rose. She looked at the clock; it was seven forty-five. And then she heard the whistling. She looked out the big window, and through the small panes, she saw her. Her life…

Shawn had a long walking stick and whistled as she came up the path. Her graying short hair was all over, looking disheveled. Her jeans had a hole in the knee, and her hiking boots were muddied. What a mess, Maura thought, and she never saw anything so wonderful in her life.

Shawn was like Kathleen in many ways. Smart, sexy in a subtle way. But there was an inherent difference. Shawn had deeper emotions than Kathleen. It was in her eyes. Maura knew there was a depth of spirit there and a compassion that Kathleen lacked. She shook her head, not wanting to compare; it was profoundly unfair to both women. She knew there was no comparison. They were two different women. Kathleen was her first love who awakened her sexuality and her first taste of love and commitment.

Now the second time around, she loved deeper, more passionately, more completely...or so she hoped.

Shawn came up to the door and Maura greeted her, leaning on the bottom half of the Dutch door. “Good morning. Did ya enjoy your walk, Miss Coughlin?”

“Woman of the house. Good morning. Yes, I did.” Shawn grinned while Maura laughed and blushed horribly.

Shawn stood there, grinning. “How’d ya sleep?” she asked in a seductive voice, her hands resting on the door on either side of Maura.

“Not too well.”

 Shawn frowned anxiously. “Why? Are you all right?” Shawn searched her face.

“Well, I was a bit cold and ya know how I get.” Maura looked down at Shawn’s hands. She caressed the back of them.

“Well, I’m just the opposite. I’m a heat magnet. My body gets so hot...” Shawn said quietly, but this time, she didn’t blush. She leaned over and kissed Maura lightly on the lips, not wanting to rush her. She pulled back and winked. “Now I’ll make breakfast.” She opened the door.

Maura grinned and stepped back, then reached over and touched her cheek. “You’re a grand woman. I’m so lucky you came after me,” she said and touched the faded bruise on the corner of her mouth. “Does it hurt?” 

 “No, not the way you’re touching it,” Shawn said and chuckled nervously. She walked away and started breakfast.

They ate at the table by the window. “It’s amazing.” Shawn sighed as she gazed out at the Atlantic. “How did you get this cottage?”

“My mother owned it. It was left to me,” she said and smiled fondly.

“C’mon, let’s go walk off this breakfast. I want to know all about your mother, your father, your Aunt Nellie.” She rattled off her list as Maura laughed.

They spent the rest of the day retelling tales of their childhood. It was like their picnic all over again. They talked in-depth about their personal relationships, their loves and losses. Maura especially. Once she started, she couldn’t stop. Shawn grinned and just listened as they walked around the property.

At one point, Shawn stopped. “Hey, don’t you have to work?”

Maura laughed. “I took a vacation. I’ve got two weeks.”

“Really? Good for you. You need it.”

“We need it. No more you. No more me. Am I right?” Maura asked hopefully, searching Shawn’s sparkling eyes.

Shawn grinned and nodded, then slipped her arm in Maura’s. “Doctor, when you’re right, you’re right.”

Maura started back down the path. “How did ya find out so much about me?”

While Maura listened to Shawn explain, she realized how much she loved Shawn. When Shawn finished with a helpless shrug, Maura smiled. “Ya found me.”

“I’d look forever, Maura, my darling,” she said. “I love calling you that,” she added, and Maura threw her head back and laughed.

*******

For the next few days, they went on like this. Walking, talking, laughing, and sometimes crying. Learning about themselves and each other in the process. At night, Shawn would initiate their good night and go to her room. She was determined not to push Maura, who was struggling less and less and who was craving Shawn more and more. But she loved Shawn for her patience. Loved her for her willingness to wait until Maura was ready.

Then one night after dinner, Shawn sat at the table pecking away at her keyboard. Her sleeves rolled up and her glasses slipping every now and then, she concentrated as Maura stole a glance at her every once in a while as she read on the couch. God, she’s so lovely, Maura thought.

She watched Shawn’s slim fingers as she typed furiously; her brow knitted as she concentrated on getting her thoughts down. And her lips, full and warm waiting to be kissed. The memories of those lips were etched in Maura’s mind. The first kiss under those oak trees would be forever remembered as “the kiss.”

Suddenly, it struck Maura. What were they waiting for? How much more thinking did she need to do? Maura’s body then tingled as she watched Shawn working. She stopped for a moment and looked at the screen. Maura thought she might be finished, and as she made a move to go to her, Shawn leaned in and started again. Maura rolled her eyes and sat back in a dejected heap.

“How...” Maura cleared her throat and asked nonchalantly, “How much more do ya need to do?”

Shawn made a few more keystrokes, then looked up over her glasses. “Why? What’s wrong?” She chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry. I get in my own world here. Did you want to talk?”

Maura gave her an exasperated look but couldn’t blame her. She looked so earnest, so sweet that Maura’s heart just melted. God, she does love me.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Shawn and closed her laptop. Shawn leaned back and raised an eyebrow. Maura then reached over and took off Shawn’s glasses, and she blinked a couple times as Maura set them on the table. She then sat on Shawn’s lap and smiled wantonly.

Shawn raised the other eyebrow and naturally encircled Maura’s waist. “Well now, what’s this?” Shawn whispered; she smiled slightly, looking into those two sapphires.

Maura leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. Shawn sighed as she felt Maura’s hand caress the back of her head. “You don’t want to talk, I take it?” Shawn asked in a steady, sure voice.

“No.” Maura kissed her cheek, her fingers toying with Shawn’s ear.

Shawn shivered and pulled back. “Maura,” she said in a low, serious voice. “Listen to me. Are you ready for this?”

Maura gave her a curious look. “Well, I thought I was.”

“Because I mean to do this right.”

“I should hope so,” Maura said with a shy grin.

“You know what I mean,” Shawn said, hiding her grin. “I mean to love you the way you should be loved. Are you ready for that? Is this what you want?”

Maura seemed to hesitate for a moment. “I’m not sure I deserve this, but yes. I want you to love me.”

Shawn smiled and stood, then turned off the lights and gently took her hand, brought it up, and brushed her lips against her palm, then led her down the hall to the bedroom. She stopped and kissed Maura deeply, her tongue barely flicking across her lips.

“From now on, this is our room,” she whispered in a low voice. “No more separate rooms.”

Maura only nodded as her heart pounded in her ears. This was not the funny, witty concerned woman of the past week. Shawn was intent on pleasing her.

Shawn looked into her eyes with such wanting, Maura found it nearly impossible to swallow. “I want to know what pleases you,” she whispered in Maura’s ear as she nibbled lightly at the sensitive lobe.

Maura felt the hot rush that made her thighs clench and her knees weak. Good God, we’re not even in the bedroom yet, she thought and trembled as Shawn’s kisses traveled down her cheek, to her chin, her neck, then finally her lips. Maura leaned against the frame of the bedroom door thankful, for if it wasn’t there, she’d be on the floor in a dead faint.   

Somehow, they were at the side of the bed. Maura didn’t know exactly how that happened. Shawn kissed her deeply, her hands sliding up and down her arms, then came to rest on either side of her neck, caressing and teasing. Both women moaned as their tongues lightly danced in the heavenly kiss. Shawn then slid her hands down the front of Maura’s blouse; Maura gasped and shivered as the feather-soft fingers brushed across her breasts. Slowly, Shawn unbuttoned her blouse, still holding her in a smoldering kiss. Maura moaned into her mouth, her legs weak as her entire body seemed all at once on fire. My God, Maura thought.

With her blouse unbuttoned, Shawn lowered her kisses to Maura’s neck, her tongue lightly flicking over soft white flesh, instantly causing the gooseflesh to break out all over. Maura groaned deeply as her body trembled. She felt as though she could have an orgasm right there on the spot, she throbbed so. “Shawn,” she whispered desperately.

“I know,” Shawn whispered in a low almost guttural tone. She then reached in and gently, almost reverently cupped one firm breast. “You are remarkable, Maura.” Shawn breathed deeply, then with one flick, she unhooked the front clasp, releasing Maura’s breasts.

“Oh, Shawn,” was all Maura could say. Her legs began to tremble, and she wondered just how long she could take this heavenly torture.

Shawn murmured words of praise and wonderment and slid both bra and blouse off Maura’s shoulders, letting them fall helplessly to the floor. Shawn took a deep breath and lowered her head to kiss the soft breast, taking the already rock hard nipple into her mouth and sucking it past her lips.

Maura threw her head back and cried out as Shawn eagerly rolled and flicked her tongue around it. Maura shuddered as she held Shawn’s head in place.

Shawn then concentrated on the other breast while her fingers took over where her mouth had been. “Magnificent,” Shawn mumbled into her breast, sending a chill up and down Maura’s spine.

Then she felt Shawn’s confident fingers unbutton, then unzip her jeans, slipping her fingers around her backside, dipping them in the waistband and slowly, so slowly pushing them off her hips, all the while, suckling her breast. Once at her knees, Maura struggled and stepped out of them, then tried to get the socks off her feet.

“Leave them, I’ll get to them,” Shawn whispered as she lay Maura back on the bed.

Shawn stood and looked down at the near perfect body. Maura was breathing so hard, she couldn’t swallow as she watched Shawn unbutton her own shirt. “I’ve wanted this since we first kissed. I’ve wanted to know what you look like.” Shawn pulled off her shirt.

Maura just watched in awe. No woman had ever done such an erotic striptease in front of her.

“I’ve wanted to know what you taste like,” she added, and Maura let out a small groan of anticipation. Shawn unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Maura gazed at her full, wonderfully soft breasts, eager to touch them once again. Shawn then unzipped her jeans slowly. “I will know what pleases you,” she said in a low sensual voice as she pushed her jeans down over her hips.

Maura’s heart did the mambo as she continued to gaze at Shawn, who was completely naked as she lay next to Maura. When Maura reached up, Shawn shook her head slowly, taking Maura’s hand. She kissed her palm, then rolled, looming over Maura.

The intense gaze took Maura’s breath away as she gave up control to Shawn, who gently pushed her hand toward the headboard. “Hold on to it.”

Maura reached up and grabbed it, trying to control her trembling body.

“I will find out what makes you call out my name. Over and over.”

Maura clutched at the headboard and closed her eyes. “Shawn, please. I can’t take much more of this teasing.”

Shawn kissed her dry lips, lowering her body onto Maura. “You won’t have to wait any longer, sweetie.” Shawn shuddered for a moment. “God, feel what you do to me.” She moved her hips into Maura, who quickly parted her legs. Shawn slipped easily between them.  

When their bodies met, both gasped. Maura let out a deep groan, desperately fighting the urge to wrap her arms around Shawn; she tightly held the headboard, fearing she’d rip it right off the mattress. Shawn kissed her again this time with such desire Maura nearly stopped breathing.

Shawn found it difficult to stop. She fought the urge to take Maura right here. But this was too important, too wonderful to rush. She brushed her lips across Maura’s dry lips, sensually pulling her bottom lip in and sucking it slowly. Maura groaned as her hips slightly bucked up. “Not yet, my darling.” Shawn slipped a knee between Maura’s legs, urging them apart.

“Yes, Shawn.” Maura sighed.

Shawn smiled as she shifted just enough of her body to lightly touch Maura’s, then she slipped to Maura’s side and kissed her shoulder, her neck, down the collarbone, where she gently nipped at her flesh, her tongue gliding across to do the same slow torture on the other side.

“Oh, my God. What are ya doing to me?”

Shawn said nothing but returned her attention to her breasts. “I could die happy right here.” She moved over Maura’s body, murmuring her name over and over as her tongue sliced down the middle of her torso, feeling Maura’s stomach muscles flutter uncontrollably beneath her lips as Shawn’s tongue neared its destination.

“Please,” Maura whimpered.

“Soon.” Shawn continued; her fingers fluttered lightly over her hips, gliding back and forth down her thighs. As she made her descent, Maura’s breathing became uncontrollable; she was almost panting with desire.

“If you don’t touch me soon…”

Shawn smiled, then did something that she’d never done before. Maura’s silk panties were obviously in the way. She grinned wickedly and sensually flicked her tongue around the waistband.

“Shawn. Please. Don’t tease. I’m gonna...” Maura begged helplessly, but she lay still; it was heavenly.

Shawn then took the waistband in her teeth and slowly pulled them down. The scent of Maura’s arousal was overwhelming. Shawn instantly felt her own desire building as she erotically pulled the panties down over Maura’s hips with only her teeth.

“Okay,” Shawn said in a rough voice. “Enough foreplay.” 

Maura let out a nervous laugh and lifted her hips to allow Shawn to strip the annoying panties down her legs; she tossed them—wherever.

“You’re wearing too much, my darling.” Shawn chuckled as she now knelt at Maura’s feet, the panties discarded. She stripped off the socks. Then she lifted one leg and gently kissed her foot, up one slender ankle, peppering kisses up her shin to her knee, while her hand caressed her calf and the back of her leg.

“Shawn. You’re killing me.” Maura sighed desperately.

Shawn continued the same on the other leg. As she got to mid-thigh, Shawn moaned as she tasted the moisture that had cascaded down from Maura. “My God. I want you so badly.”

“Shawn,” Maura nearly screamed as she felt Shawn’s tongue against her. Slowly, Shawn licked between the lips, lavishing Maura with kisses, then sucking and rolling her tongue all around her clit. Maura whimpered and thrashed above Shawn, begging her not to stop. “Yes, please, Shawn. I need.” She held on to her hair, holding Shawn in place.

Shawn was insatiable in her desire to satisfy this woman. Maura cried out, and her body tensed. She hung there suspended as Shawn loved her. Then her body shook uncontrollably. “Yes, don’t stop.” Maura hadn’t felt this way in so long. Every nerve in her body seemed on fire.

As Shawn slowed and tenderly kissed her inner thigh, Maura whimpered helplessly. “My God, Shawn.”

Shawn quickly ascended her body and lay next to her. She looked down into Maura’s eyes. “I love you,” she whispered and kissed her lips.

“Oh, Shawneen,” Maura said, tears flooding her eyes. “What have you done to me?” She arched her back when she felt Shawn’s hand between her legs, her fingers dancing and Maura’s arousal starting once again. She instinctively parted her legs farther. “Yes, Shawn.”

Shawn smiled, and as she kissed Maura deeply, she inserted one finger. Maura tasted her arousal on Shawn’s lips and clung to Shawn, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“More?” Shawn whispered in a ragged voice.

Maura could only nod as her body shook when Shawn entered another, then a third finger as she slowly worked her fingers.

Maura heard Shawn whimper; seeing the pained look on her lover’s face, Maura quickly moved so they faced each other. “Let me love you, as well.” She slipped her hand between them and gasped when her fingers touched Shawn. “I should have loved you sooner.” She slipped two fingers deep inside, smiling when Shawn closed her eyes, and nearly cried out.

They rode the waves of desire together. “Maura, come with me,” Shawn cried out as they moved in perfect rhythm.

“Yes, I will. I am...” she cried out. 

“Look at me, Maura.” Shawn’s voice was ragged with passion as she knew they were both nearly there. Maura opened her eyes and gazed into the passion-filled blue eyes of the woman she loved.

Shawn felt the walls within Maura tighten around her fingers. “Now, Maura...”

Both women clung to each other in ecstasy, hung suspended on the edge of perfection. Wave after wave raked through them as they consummated their love. Exhausted and spent, both women lay motionless.

“I. Can. Not. Move.” Shawn was breathing like a bull.

Maura laughed, reaching up to push a damp lock of hair from Shawn’s forehead. “I can’t believe how I feel,” Maura whispered, caressing her cheek. “How you made me feel.”

“I agree.” Shawn smiled and lay back, pulling Maura with her. “That was nice.”

Maura lifted her head. “Nice? That’s all you have to say?”

“What…?”

“You’re a writer, for heaven’s sake.”

Shawn laughed and roughly rolled Maura onto her back. She loomed over her, kissing Maura until she lay limp in her arms. “How was that?”

Maura moaned happily and closed her eyes. “That was nice.”

*******

“It’s been almost a week. Haven’t seen either one,” Nellie said, drinking her tea.

“Well, then they’re either in love or they killed each other,” Anne said.

“I say it’s love,” Nellie said with a smile. “I’m very happy for Maura and for Shawn.”

“Yes, they found each other and didn’t give up. Maura’s been through enough, don’t ya think?”

Nellie nodded. “I do, poor darling. It’s hard enough to lose a child, but then Kathleen.” She took another sip from her teacup. “Even through her tragedy, God has smiled on Maura and Shawn.”

“Just as he’s smiled on us, Nellie,” Anne said, setting down her teacup. “We’re all indeed very lucky to have such love in this world.” Anne stood and walked around the table to her.

Nellie gave her a skeptical glance as she stood in front of her. “What? You crazy woman.”

Anne smiled wickedly and raised an eyebrow.

“No. Good grief, woman, we just had dinner,” Nellie scolded and shook her head.

Anne was unwavering. She put her weathered hand through Nellie’s silver hair, and Nellie melted. Thirty years, Nellie thought, thirty years, and she still melted at this old fool’s caresses.

Nellie rose and kissed her love. “This will be so embarrassing. When we die, they’ll find us in bed.” She admonished Anne, shaking her head as she allowed Anne to pull her up the stairs to their bedroom.

“And we’d better be naked,” Anne insisted and closed the door behind them.

Epilogue

In the cottage on the cliffs, the two women lay on the floor in front of the glowing peat fire. 

Shawn lay on her stomach, her head resting on Maura’s bare chest, absently stroking her arm. “I do love you so, my darling Maura,” Shawn whispered, grinning as she looked up.

Maura smiled as she looked at that lopsided grin. “And I’ll love no other, my sexy Yank.” She gave a playful tug at the unruly graying hair. 

“Nothing like good ole lesbian romantic mush.” Shawn laughed and laid her head back on Maura’s breast, snuggling closer.

Maura laughed along and gazed into the fire as she fondly stroked Shawn’s hair, lulling her to sleep.

“I need to get back to my writing, and you’ve distracted me. Once again.”

“All right then,” Maura said, slightly bucking her hips. “Get up and get at it, Madam Author.”

“What? Now?”

“And why not?”

“Well…” Shawn yawned and cuddled closer. “I’m working now as a matter of fact. Planning the next chapter right here.” She tapped her temple with her finger.  

“Oh, I want to read that chapter, ya crazy Yank.” 

She continued to run her fingers through Shawn’s hair until she heard the deep breathing pattern of Shawn’s sleep. “Good rest to you, Shawneen.”

Maura smiled fondly, if not sadly and said good night to her little Brig and to Kathleen, closing the door on the guilt and pain. But she left a window open to remember the love for the two she lost so long ago.

She looked down at Shawn, who snored quietly while she lay at her breast. Smiling, she knew Shawn was right. They were given a wonderful chance in this life.

A chance to love and love well, the second time around.

About the author

Kate Sweeney, a 2010 Alice B. Medal winner, was the 2007 recipient of the Golden Crown Literary Society award for Debut Author for She Waits, the first in the Kate Ryan Mystery series. The series also includes A Nice Clean Murder, The Trouble with Murder, a 2008 Golden Crown Award winner for Mystery, Who’ll Be Dead for Christmas? a 2009 Golden Crown Award winner for Mystery, Of Course It’s Murder, What Happened in Malinmore, and A Near Myth Murder.

Other novels include Away from the Dawn, Survive the Dawn, Before the Dawn, a 2012 Golden Crown Award winner for Paranormal Romance, Residual Moon, a 2008 Golden Crown Award winner for Speculative Fiction, Liar’s Moon, The O’Malley Legacy, Winds of Heaven, Sea of Grass, Paradise, Love at Last, Someday I’ll Find You, Moon Through the Magnolia and Stone Walls.

Born in Chicago, Kate moved to Louisiana, and this Yankee doubts she’ll ever get used to saying y’all. Humor is deeply embedded in Kate’s DNA. She sincerely hopes you will see this when you read her novels, short stories, and other works. Email Kate at ksweeney22@aol.com. 