Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
They were quite the sight.
“Of course, Mr. Black.” He cleared his throat. “I would rather she be in the rehab hospital, but I understand her desire to be at home. Patients do tend to do better when in their own environment.”
“And she will. I will make sure the caregivers follow the guidelines and she does the work needed while in the comfort of her own home.”
“Right. Excellent. Then we will be keeping her a few more days and I will discharge her. I’ll make sure everything is in place.”
“Thank you.”
He left, looking happy to do so, and Finn chuckled. “You were pretty intense.”
“It’s my mum.”
Finn clapped him on the shoulder. “I know.”
Niall sat back, furrowing his brow. “You should head back, Finn. I need to be here a few more days, but I know you have an empire to run.”
“Nothing is more important than Roisin,” Finn said, his voice firm.
“And I’ll look after her. If you head back to Canada and plan on coming back for a visit soon. We need to be more aware of time.” He rubbed his face, and his voice caught. “She’s not always going to bounce back.”
I slipped from the room, wanting to give them their privacy. Niall had been a pillar of strength, but I had a feeling right now he needed Finn to be the strong one for him.
A few moments later, solid arms came around me as I stood looking out the window.
“Is he okay?” I asked.
“Yes. Relieved and needed an outlet for a moment.”
“His big brother.”
Finn laughed quietly. “I suppose. I am a few weeks older.”
I turned in his arms. “So, we’re going back?”
He nodded. “I’ll arrange the flight. Niall thinks he’ll follow next week. I know he wants some time alone with Roisin, and he’ll make sure she is settled back at home before he leaves.”
“That’ll be a hard goodbye.” I cupped his face. “For both of you.”
I felt the way his jaw tightened. “I have to believe she will come back from this. That with rehab, proper meds, and caregivers, she’ll be around a long time. But yes, this will be a difficult goodbye.”
I wrapped my arms around him, and he lifted me, burying his face in my neck. I held him as tight as I could, grateful I could be the strong one for him for a change.
Finn was quiet in the car as we left the hospital. He held my hand, staring out the window. I frowned as we drove along, turning to him after a while.
“Aren’t we going to the airport?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Then where are we going?”
He smiled. “I wanted a few hours with you in Dublin and a night alone in a hotel.”
“We’ve been alone.”
He shrugged. “And on call. The rest of today and tonight belong to us. I’m being selfish.”
I cupped his face. “I would hardly call that selfish.”
He shook his head. “But it is. I want you all to myself. Once we get back, the reality there is going to set in, and life will be all too busy. The next few hours, I’m claiming.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
I left Finn alone to sort out his thoughts, knowing he needed the time. I rested my head on his shoulder, startling awake when he kissed my head, amusement lacing his voice. “We’re here, mo chroí.”
He stepped from the car, offering me his hand. I peered at the small hotel in wonder. It was pretty, with ivy-covered walls, the stonework peeking out smooth and old. Finn guided me inside, where a beaming man greeted him. They shook hands and Finn introduced me.
“Una, this is my general manager, Seamus O’Malley. Seamus has been with me since I bought this place.”
“Welcome, Una. Enjoy your stay. Your suite is ready, Finn.”
“And my other request?”
“Handled. Everything you asked.”
“Good work.” He accepted an envelope, and we headed to the elevator.
“This is your hotel?”
“One of them,” he said with a smile. “I wanted you to see it.”
He swiped the keycard and pressed the button for the top floor. The doors opened to an opulent hallway, and he guided me to one of two doors, swiping the key. Inside, I gasped as I took in the space. Large and open, it was luxurious yet warm. Comfortable-looking furniture, a fireplace, and thick rugs welcomed us. A small kitchen set in an alcove was state-of-the-art. The bedroom boasted a four-poster bed hung with beautiful material that swept the floor and a sitting area with another fireplace. The bathroom was sumptuous, with a sunken tub and a multiheaded shower. The colors were a rich blend of blues and greens, with creams and burgundy. The fabrics were heavy and a feast for the eyes and the woods detailed and intricate.
It was exquisite.
“Finn,” I breathed out. “I can’t even—”
He wrapped his arms around me. “Awesome, isn’t it? It’s my favorite room of any hotel I own. It is rented to very few people.” He pressed a kiss to my head. “Sully borrows it if he wants to impress someone.”