To Love A Wild Irishman

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

"Where's Cassandra?" Seamus questioned as Finnegan sat down at the table in the diner the following morning for breakfast.

Finnegan eyed the food on both Seamus and Calvin's plates. "She was tired and sleepin' sound so I decided to let her rest. She's snappy enough when she's well rested, I'd hate to see her if I wake her up."

"How late did you keep her up last night?" Calvin took a bite of his scrambled eggs. "It isn't like her to sleep so late."

Finnegan flashed a grin and raised his brow as he stole a chunk of sausage from Seamus' plate and earned himself one of Seamus' infamous glares. "Are ya askin' how long we stayed at the dance? Are ya curious about what time we went to bed or what time we fell asleep?"

"Finnegan, do you have to turn everything into a joke?" Seamus demanded, pulling his plate closer to himself and circling it protectively with his arms. "Is she sick or something?"

"No, only tired. I want to give her a day or two here to rest and sleep in comfortable beds before we move on. Gotta see to my wife and child and their contentment."

"That's real thoughtful of you, Finnegan," Calvin noted.

"Aye, that's me. Finnegan 'Thoughtful' Callahan," Finnegan eyed the remainder of Seamus' sausage woefully. "But truthfully I'm doin' it more for me than I for her. That woman is gettin' harder to deal with everyday and I'm hopin' that a day or two of rest might ease that temper she's developed."

"Sorry to break your heart but I think it's gonna be nine more long months before you might start to see any change in her mood, Finnegan," Seamus laughed and tossed the source of Finnegan's desires across the table and Finnegan happily plopped the sausage into his mouth. "And then she'll be dealing with you in miniature form so the chances of you ever knowing peace again are pretty slim."

Finnegan stuck out his tongue and wiped his hands on his pants. "Are ya both okay with restin' here a day or so?"

Calvin tipped his head. "Anything for Cassandra." Seamus nodded his agreement.

Finnegan clicked his tongue. "I'll tell her ya have such devotion. It will be sure to brighten up her mood.... Or cause her to lose her lunch."

Seamus shook his head. "If looking at your face every damn day hasn't caused her to vomit then nothing will."

Finnegan scoffed. "I'm beautiful, Dear Seamus, or at least that's what my Young Calvin tells me." Finnegan winked at Calvin and the other man stuttered as Seamus frowned at him.

"You told Finnegan he was beautiful?"

Calvin opened his mouth to speak but Finnegan beat him to it. "O'course he did! I've always told ya I was the good lookin' brother, Dear Seamus. Calvin finds himself admirin' my sparklin' eyes and manly physique often during the day. It broke his wee heart when I had to let him go because of my love for Little Cass. It just did not feel right to keep lyin' so..."

"How in the hell does Cassandra put up with you?!" Seamus growled while Calvin laughed loudly.

Finnegan leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out, crossing his ankles. He put his hands behind his head and smiled. "She's an angel, Dear Seamus. An angel without a lick o'common sense."

***

Cassandra stirred beneath the soft blankets and reached for Finnegan but found nothing but empty space where he had been last night. Frowning, she opened her eyes and realized she was completely alone in their hotel room and sunlight was streaming through the window.