Apparently, though, he’d come to the wrong place. “You’re out of your mind,” Ronan said. “Well, don’t hold back, cousin,” Sean countered, pacing the confines of the office. It was big and plush but at the moment, it felt as if it were the size of a box. There was too much frustrated energy pumping through Sean’s brain to let him stand still, and walking in circles was getting him nowhere. He stopped at the wide window that offered a view of Galway city and the bay beyond. Out over the ocean, layers of dark clouds huddled at the horizon, no doubt bunched up over England but planning their immediate assault on Ireland. Winter was coming in like a mean bitch. Sean had come into Galway to see Ronan because his cousin’s office was the one place Sean could think of where they could have a conversation without interruptions from the seeming multitude of women in their lives. Ronan was, naturally, wrapped up in Laura and baby Fiona.
