9

"She's gone."

Brian sat down on the arm of the sofa in Sean and Liam's apartment. Though he could say the words, he still couldn't believe them. It had all happened so quickly that he hadn't had time to react. After the free-for-all at the ground-breaking ceremony, he'd been hesitant to call Lily. He'd wanted to give her time to recover-and time to forget What he'd said. And now she'd disappeared.

Hell, he hadn't meant to bring up marriage. He'd just been so frustrated that it had come out. Yes, it had sounded a little crazy, but he'd lived with this damned curse hanging over his head for such a long time, it seemed like the logical next step.

"Did you leave her a message?" Liam asked.

His little brother was stretched out on the sofa, a bag of potato chips resting on his stomach, a beer in his hand. Sean, sprawled in a tattered easy chair, rested his stockinged feet on the coffee table. Though Liam was usually never far from Ellie, tonight she was in Hartford, attending a seminar, leaving all three brothers single again.

"She's not out," Brian explained, "she's gone. Left. Disappeared."

"I'd probably take off, too," Liam said. He pointed to the copy of the Herald that Sean had tossed on the coffee table. "That's not a very flattering photo. I mean, what kind of lens was that guy using. Whatever it was, it makes her ass look bigger than Fenway."

"Shut up," Brian said. "She has a really nice ass."

"I'm just saying that the depth of field is bad. The guy was probably using an auto-focus camera and with that kind of lighting, the shadows are going to enhance the curvature and you won't get-"

"Liam, shut yer gob," Sean shouted, throwing a pillow at his brother's head. "Can't you see our boy is upset?" He turned to Brian. "What are you going to do?"

"I thought I had this all figured out," Brian murmured. "I decided to drop the story. Not exactly drop it. I gave my files to this rookie reporter at the station. I wanted to tell Lily, so I called her at work and the receptionist told me that she no longer worked for Patterson. Then I called her hotel and she'd already checked out."

"So consider yourself lucky," Sean said. "It looks like you avoided the Quinn family curse."

"I don't think I did," Brian muttered. "I'm in love with her." He groaned softly, then pinched his eyes shut. "You know, I thought this curse was just a load of crap, but it isn't. When it hits you, it hits hard, like a truck. I haven't known her for a month, but I know one thing-I want her in my life."

"Then go get her," Liam said.

"I don't know where she is. I know she lives in Chicago, but I couldn't get her phone number from information and I don't remember the name of the place where she works. And Patterson sure as hell isn't going to give it to me." He glanced over at Sean. "Maybe you could help?"

Sean shook his head. "Are you crazy? Break it off now, clean and simple."

"You're refusing to help me?" Brian asked. He strung together a long list of curse words. "All right, I'll pay you."

"If you marry her, I'm the only one left," Sean said. "I don't want to be the only one left."

"So find yourself a woman," Liam suggested.

"No way," Sean muttered. "Are you even sure that it's the curse? You never saved her life, did you?"

Brian frowned. "No. Not in a big way. But in lots of small ways that probably added up. I saved her from that dolt at the fund-raiser and she nearly walked right into the street in front of a car and she almost fell down the stairs. And there was a bike in the park and the flying fish. It all adds up."

"Are you trying to convince us or convince yourself?" Sean asked.

"He's right," Liam said. "Compared to what I did for Ellie, that doesn't seem like much."

Brian pushed to his feet and began to pace back and forth between the door and the sofa. "I didn't set out to fall in love with her, but I'm sure that's how I feel. I told her that, but I don't think she believes me. How the hell am I supposed to convince her when I'm not even sure how to explain it myself?"

"You just feel it in your gut," Liam said. "That's how it was with Ellie."

"Lily thinks it's all about the sex."

"Good sex?" Liam asked.

"Great," Brian murmured. "Better than great. All I have to do is touch her and boom, we're ripping each other's clothes off. I have no self-control around her. I think about her all day long and can't sleep because I can't put her out of my head. But it's not just about the sex. There's more to it than that."

Sean groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. "Stop, please." Suddenly, he cursed and then jumped to his feet. "Come on, Li. If I have to listen to any more of this whining I'm going to punch him."

"Where are we going?"

"To find Brian's woman. I know a maid over at the Eliot. Maybe she can get us an address and phone number off the hotel registration."

"Good," Brian said, walking with them to the door. He rubbed his hands together. "All right. Now I have a plan. Right now, I've got to go to the station. I have a report that airs on tonight's news. Meet me at the pub afterward and you can tell me what you found."

His brothers nodded and walked out the front door, leaving Brian alone in the apartment. He sighed softly as he began to pace again. This would have to work. He'd get Lily's address and go to Chicago and convince her that they belonged together.

There was still the matter of where to live. He had a job here. And the Globe was still a possibility. But then, there were great television stations in Chicago and a world-class newspaper.

Brian stopped. "What am I doing? I don't even know how she feels about me. Love first and then logistics."

As he stepped outside and walked to his car, he had reason to hope. He loved Lily Gallagher and if he loved her, then he could make it work the same way his brothers had made it work. A Mighty Quinn didn't give up.

Lily had packed up her things and checked out of the Eliot Hotel in a matter of minutes. She hadn't bothered to fold her clothes carefully, knowing she wouldn't be wearing them to work any time soon. She'd just stuffed them in her bags and forced the zippers closed.

Travel to the airport had been easy-a cab to the water shuttle and the water shuttle to Logan. Though she hadn't called ahead for a ticket, Lily found a seat on the 7:30 p.m. flight to Chicago, checked her luggage, and sought out the closest bar to her gate. That had been nearly eight hours ago and in that time, she'd switched from margaritas to club soda and back to margaritas again.

Her flight had first been delayed by weather. They'd boarded an hour late and then been hustled back off the plane when a mechanical problem was discovered. The airline staff had reassured the fifty or so passengers that the flight would leave that night, but wouldn't commit to a time.

"Can I get you anything else?" the bartender asked.

Lily pushed the nearly empty bowl of peanuts toward him. "Could I have more free snacks?"

He smiled and nodded, then drew a club soda for her and placed it in front of her. "On the house."

"I guess it's time to switch back." Lily sighed. "How much longer can they keep us here?"

"As long as they want," he said, sliding a fresh bowl of peanuts down the bar. "Hey, it's good for our business." He wandered off to tend to another customer and Lily glanced up at the television. The sound was down, but she tried to follow along with a popular cop show. When the commercials came on, she glanced away. But something brought her gaze back to the screen.

Lily's breath caught in her throat as she watched a late news cut-in. Brian Quinn stood against a city backdrop. He spoke, then pointed over his shoulder at some large tanks, his expression filled with concern. Lily couldn't look away, captivated by the handsome face that she'd grown to love, the dark hair and golden-green eyes. Her gaze fell to his mouth and a flood of sensation raced through her as she remembered what he'd done to her with that mouth.

And then he was gone, a car commercial replacing his image. She drew a ragged breath and an ache settled in around her heart. Lily glanced at her watch. It was nearly ten and the news came on at eleven. She probably wouldn't be here to see his report.

Lily fought a flood of emotion. She didn't want to believe that this was the last time she'd ever see him. Until this moment, it hadn't hit her that she was walking away from a man who claimed he loved her, a man who was convinced he was supposed to marry her.

"This isn't the way it's supposed to work," Lily muttered. They were supposed to meet and date and get to know each other. And then, they were supposed to fall in love and talk about marriage. And then, maybe they'd get engaged and walk down the aisle.

With Brian, it had all been turned upside down. Nothing had happened in the right order and to top it off, what had happened had occurred in the course of a month. People didn't fall in love in a month! And they didn't fall in love with a one-night stand.

But as Lily tried to think about Brian Quinn in a calm, rational manner, memories of their time together kept creeping back in. He'd never once lied to her. He'd never hurt her or insulted her or cheated on her. He'd respected her work and yet challenged her ideas without judging her. And when he touched her, he took her to places she'd never been before.

Lily groaned softly and put her head down on the bar. Why was she leaving this man? In her whole history with men, she'd never once met one who possessed all those qualities. And now that she had, she was walking away simply because she couldn't make it fit her preconceived notion of what love was supposed to be.