Kate Hoffmann - Danny

Bartie was waiting for him, the box at his feet. “I guess you can just take that old metal box and everything inside it home, Bartie, and I’ll finish up in the garden. Jordan isn’t interested in anything you’ve found.” Danny pressed his finger to his lips. “But I wouldn’t go passing this story around the village or she might change her mind. Keep your good fortune to yourself.”

“I’ll do that,” Bartie said, reaching down and picking up the box. “Yes, I will. I’ll do that.” He pulled a coin out of the box and handed it to Danny. “Here. It will bring you luck.”

Danny watched as Bartie hurried off, the box tucked under his arm. He chuckled softly. Things had a way of working out just grand.

JORDAN STOOD IN THE DOORWAY. Her hair, twisted into a tidy knot earlier, now tumbled around her flushed face. Her clothes were dirty and wrinkled and she felt exhaustion overwhelming her.

“Almost done?”

She turned to look at Danny and smiled. “Almost. We’re just missing a sofa. Either it never got delivered to the warehouse or they misplaced it there. But that’s it. Everything else arrived in one piece, no scratches, no breakage.”

Danny reached out and gathered her in his arms. “Congratulations. You did it.”

“I did. Almost. I have to finish my paperwork tonight and email that to the office and then make a quick double check of my list and I’ll be done.”

“We should celebrate,” he said. “I’ll take you out tonight and we’ll have some fun.” He pulled the gold coin out of his pocket. “I’ve come into a little bit of money.”

She laughed. “Don’t show me that. I might ask where it came from.”

“You did a good thing,” he whispered, his breath warm on her hair.

“Right now, all I really need is a nice long foot massage, a hot bath and a warm bed.”

Danny grinned. “I can do that,” he said. “In fact, I’m good at all those things.”

Jordan kissed his cheek. “We’re back to the caretaker’s cottage for now. I’ll be out in a minute. I want to call your mom and Nan and see if they’d like to come tomorrow morning for a tour. And I have to track down that-” Her cell rang and she pulled it out of her pocket. “This might be my missing sofa.”

“I’ll see you in a few minutes,” Danny said. He wandered through the doors to the terrace and Jordan smiled as she watched him move. She’d worried for so long over the day they’d have to part, but now, all those worries had disappeared.

Her phone rang again and Jordan looked at the caller I.D. then winced. It was her father. She hadn’t spoken to him since their exchange of text messages earlier that week. She was in no mood to talk to him now. She groaned, still staring at the phone. “I don’t have time for this right now.”

She walked over to an upholstered bench and sat down, then answered the call. “Hello, Daddy. How are you?”

“It’s not your father, Jordan, it’s your mother. I want you to talk to your father and give him a chance to apologize to you. Don’t argue with him, just listen.”

“I don’t want to talk to him, Mom,” she said. “He made his decision and now I’ve made mine. And I’m all right with that. It’s for the best. It’s time for me to move on with my life.”

“It certainly is not!” her mother declared. “Here he is.”

“No, I don’t want to- Hi, Daddy.” Her heart began to pound in her chest and she took in a deep breath.

“Your mother wanted me to call. I’m sorry I was so unreasonable with you. And I’ve taken Matt off the hotel project and assigned it to you. You need to finish up this week and get back to New York.”

“Daddy, I’m not sure I-”

“I’m not going to beg you, Jordan. Just get back here and we’ll smooth things out. You’ll have your project and now you’re going to have to prove my trust in you is worth it.”

Jordan slowly shook her head. “I’ll be back in New York in a few days. I’ll talk to you then.”

Jordan turned off the phone and slowly walked outside. She found Danny in the cottage, sitting on the edge of the bed. His smile faded as his gaze met hers. “What’s wrong? Is your sofa lost, then?”

“My father just called,” Jordan said.

“Did he apologize?” Danny asked.

She shook her head. “He just offered me the hotel job. I guess after my mother heard that I quit, she was very upset. She was afraid I wasn’t going to come home so she told my father he had to give me the project.”

“Do you still want the project?” Danny asked.

“I-I don’t know.”

The expression on his face told her the whole story. This was what she’d wanted all along and now that it had been offered, Danny wasn’t at all confident that she would turn it down.

“Hey, this is good, right?” Danny said, forcing a smile. “This is what you’ve been working for.”

“I really wanted to earn it,” she said. “I didn’t want it handed to me like some bribe.”

“You did earn it.”

“No. I’m sure my mother threatened to divorce my father and take half his money. She does that when she doesn’t get her own way. Only this time she probably meant it.”

Danny grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to him. “You don’t have to make a decision right now. Think about it. You can take some time.”

“We’re going to be done here in a few days. The new owners will be here for Christmas. I’ve hired a housekeeper and a caretaker. After tomorrow, I’m finished. He wants me to start the new project next week.”

“Next week?”

She nodded.

“How long? To finish the project?”

“A year at least,” Jordan said. “It wouldn’t be like this project. I’d have a huge crew, lots of resources. It would be my first really major project for Kencor.”

“This wasn’t a major project?”

Jordan shook her head. “This is a private home. He called it my little decorating job. I could have done this in my sleep. Since I met you, I have kind of been doing it in my sleep.”

“This is bollocks,” Danny muttered. “How the hell am I supposed to compete with a feckin’ hotel in Manhattan?”

“I don’t want to go,” Jordan said. “You’re right. It is my choice. And if I choose to stay with you, my father will have to live with that.”

Danny pulled her into a hug, raining kisses over her face. “Tell me you really mean that,” he murmured. “Just tell me so I can put aside this sick feeling in my gut. I don’t want to lose you, Jordan. I’m not ready to let you go.”

Jordan didn’t speak, but stood up beside the bed and began to take her clothes off. When she was completely undressed, she helped Danny out of his clothes then pulled him down on the bed. She didn’t want to think about all of her choices right now. She wanted to lose herself in the feel of his body against hers, in the taste of his mouth.

Making love to him was the only thing that made sense right now. He made her happy, happier than she’d ever been in her life. Home was no longer in New York. Home was wrapped in Danny’s arms.

DANNY WOKE UP LONG BEFORE DAWN, listening to the sounds of Ballykirk as the village slowly came to life. At first, it was just the fishing boats heading out of the harbor and then a lorry or two passing by.

Tossing the covers aside and swinging his feet off the bed, he stood and stretched. As soon as the dogs heard him, they scampered into the bedroom, anxious for their breakfast. “Hi, boys,” he whispered, giving them each a pet.

Jordan’s plane was due to leave at ten. Danny had insisted on taking her to the airport, but she’d decided to drive herself and leave her car in the car park. She’d promised she’d be back in a few days, after she’d settled everything with her parents.

In truth, Danny still wasn’t sure he wanted her to leave. Even though he believed she was going to settle her affairs and come right back to him, there was a niggling doubt that her father might talk her into staying.

He couldn’t imagine a future with Jordan in New York and him in Ireland. Though the two places were only a six-hour plane ride apart, there was still an ocean between them. They’d be living completely different lives. But it wasn’t just their lives, it was their ideas of what constituted happiness. For Jordan, it was professional success and for him, it had become all about love in the past month.

Here in Ireland, she could be in control of her own destiny. With Kellan’s help, she could build a business to be proud of. There were possibilities in the U.K., in Europe. So many interesting things to do.

But Jordan had spent her life trying to please her father and to prove her worth in her family. It was a strangely dysfunctional relationship, but one that she couldn’t seem to resist.

Danny wandered out to the fireplace and threw some peat on the fire, anxious to take the chill out of the air. Her bag was open on the sofa near the fireplace, packed with a change of clothes. He sat down and picked through it, pulling out a T-shirt and inhaling the scent.

Was this all he’d be left with, Danny wondered. Just faint memories of a woman he’d once loved and then lost. He tucked the T-shirt under his arm. She wasn’t going to stay long, he told himself. There was nothing to worry over.

Danny walked back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He pressed a gentle kiss to Jordan’s forehead, then drew a deep breath, committing the scent of her hair to memory. They’d spent nearly every minute together since his first day at Castle Cnoc and now, they’d be apart.

His time with Jordan had brought him a love deeper than anything he’d ever expected. Danny felt as if they had already spent a lifetime together. He’d never known a woman so intimately nor had he allowed any woman to know him in that way. Jordan had become a part of him, the part that made him feel alive and aware.

He pulled back the covers and crawled back into bed, snuggling up to her naked body. She stirred then opened her eyes. “It can’t be morning already,” she murmured.