“I always liked to take risks,” she said. “It makes life more exciting.”

“Or more chaotic,” Kellan countered.

“A little chaos might be good for you,” she said.

“You don’t know me very well.”

Gelsey smiled. “I’m a really good judge of people. It’s one of my most amazing qualities.”

“But you can’t drive,” he said.

“I’m not perfect,” she teased.

“Close,” Kellan replied. “All right, switch spots with me and we’ll give this a go. You have to promise to listen to everything I say.”

She crawled over him, stopping at the point where she straddled his legs. “This is nice,” she murmured, her breasts in his face.

“It’s impossible to drive this way,” he murmured, staring up at her, his gaze fixed on her lips. With a groan, Kellan shoved his fingers through the hair at her nape and dragged her into a long, deep kiss. This hunger for the taste of her was so difficult to deny, especially when she was so available and so willing.

When she finally drew back, a satisfied smile curled her lips. “Is that a gearshift in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she teased. Gelsey giggled as she moved over him, taunting him with the friction of her body against his. “I see I’ve got your engine running, don’t I?”

Kellan held up his hands, chuckling softly. “Stop. The metaphors are torture enough. Do you want to learn to drive?”

“Yes,” she said. “As long as we can get back to this lesson later.”

“And what lesson is that?”

“The lesson that teaches you that you can’t possibly resist me.”

Kellan groaned. “I believe I learned that lesson the first day we met.”

“And it’s my duty to keep reminding you,” she said.

There was no need to do that, Kellan mused. It was painfully evident the effect she had on his body. A single kiss was enough to set him off. But his reaction hadn’t been just physical. He was developing a real affection for Gelsey.

She was smart and witty and managed to drag him out of his serious nature with just a smile. When he was with her, he didn’t dwell on his professional worries. Hell, he’d barely thought about work at all. He liked the fact that he actually had a personal life now, a reason to relax and take time off.

But how long could that possibly last? Kellan wondered. Would there come a point where they grew bored with each other, where being together seemed more like a chore than a treat?

“Switch!” Gelsey said. When she’d finally settled herself behind the wheel, she glanced over at him. “Where are we going to go?”

“Back to the cottage.”

Gelsey shook her head. “No, I want to go into town.”

“But I have lunch right here. It’s going to get cold.”

“I’m not hungry. I need to look for a job.”

Kellan frowned, taken aback by her request. “A job? What exactly is a mermaid qualified to do?”

“I don’t know. I’m very good with people, I’m clever and I’m a fast learner. I expect I could do any number of jobs. Do you need a waitress at the pub? I could do that. And I can also cook. I’m a very good cook.”

“You cook?”

She stared out the windscreen and nodded, her attention now absorbed with learning to drive. “I am very good with fish. It’s my specialty.” She looked at him and grinned. “Really. I’ll cook you dinner sometime.” Gelsey grabbed the gearshift and put it into Drive. “Ready?”

“Buckle your safety belt,” he warned.

She did as she was told, then clutching the wheel, she slowly pressed on the accelerator. To Kellan’s surprise, the car glided smoothly forward. After only a few minutes, he had reason to suspect that she’d driven before. Though she appeared a bit tense, she knew exactly what she was doing.

They came to a crossroad north of Ballykirk and she stopped and looked at him. “Which way?”

“You’re in charge,” he said. “You choose. Who taught you how to drive? Because I don’t believe you’ve never driven before.”

“A very nice octopus taught me when I was just a tadpole.” She turned left, heading along the coast and for a moment, she drove on the wrong side of the road. But then, before he could speak, she corrected herself. “Sorry,” she murmured. “We usually drive on the other side in…the ocean.”

“You’re doing well,” he said.

“I’m going to need a car,” she said. “How much does a car cost? I’ve never bought one.”

“Varies,” he said. “But before you get a car, you need a license. You’ll have to take a test. In truth, you should have a permit now. The garda probably could stop you and-”

She slammed on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop. “That’s enough for now,” she said, putting the gearshift back into Park. Gelsey shoved the door open and hopped out. Kellan got out and they exchanged places.

“I didn’t mean you had to stop,” he said. “The garda usually doesn’t patrol these roads during the day.”

“I don’t want to cause any trouble,” she said. “I’m already in…” She paused, then pointed out the window. “Drive on.”

They continued their drive along the coast and when they passed by Castle Cnoc, Kellan slowed the car and stopped at the gate. He pointed up the driveway. “That’s one of my projects,” he said. “Just finished last month. Jordan was the project manager.”

“It’s lovely,” she said. “Do you like your job, then?”

“Sure. I’ve always loved historical properties. It’s like mixing history with architecture. New buildings just don’t have the same appeal to me.”

“I wish I knew what I was meant to do,” she murmured. “I’ve never had to choose a path for my life. It was chosen for me. How do you pick?”

“I didn’t,” he said. “It just always seemed like the right thing. You’ll figure it out.”

“I’m twenty-seven years old,” she said.

“Is that in fish years or human years?” he teased.

“Human,” she said. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m just starting my life. Like a baby taking her first steps.”

An odd expression crossed her face and Kellan could only read it as regret. He knew nothing of her past or what she was running away from. But he knew that he cared enough to give her a safe place to stay for a while. “You won’t need to buy a car,” he said. “My family has a little Fiat that we lend out to tourists who rent the cottage. It’s parked behind Danny’s smithy. You can use it for as long as you like.”

She glanced over at him, her expression shifting suddenly. “Thank you,” she said. “That’s very nice of you. But I still think I should get a car of my own.”

The smile she sent him was like a ray of sunshine, warm and bright and full of everything that he needed to survive. But Kellan got the uneasy feeling that his affection for Gelsey would come at a price. The more he got to know her, the more he needed her. So what would happen when she decided to leave?

It wasn’t a question that he’d thought about in any great depth, but now, the idea of losing her outweighed any fears he had of getting too close. “I suppose we could drive into town and see if anyone is looking for help.”

“You really think someone would hire me?”

As Kellan turned the car around and headed back to Ballykirk, he realized that Gelsey’s job hunt might provide a bit more insight into who she really was. She’d have to give a last name and if she wasn’t an Irish citizen, she’d have to give a whole lot more than that.


GELSEY HAD BEEN CURIOUS about the inhabitants of Kellan’s hometown, but she’d never expected them to be so curious about her. “Why is everyone staring at me?” she murmured as she and Kellan strolled down the main street of Ballykirk.

“Are they?” he asked.

“Yes! Haven’t you noticed? They don’t really think I’m a-”

“No,” Kellan said. “I suspect they’re just curious about what’s going on between us. Everyone in this village is in everyone else’s business. You can’t sneeze in this town without a half-dozen people offering medical advice. It’s kind of the same with romance.”

She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. Of course. She and Kellan been shacked up together for two days now, eating take-out food from the pub and no doubt creating all sorts of speculation. Now that they’d emerged from their den of passion, people were bound to be curious.

“I suppose I’ll have to get used to that kind of thing,” she murmured.

“They’re just excited to have something new to gossip about. They’ll move along to a new subject soon enough.”

Gelsey forced a smile. Or maybe not. How long would it be before someone recognized her? Without the makeup and the skimpy dresses, she barely looked like the girl in the tabloids. But was Ballykirk really that isolated from the rest of the world? “I love this village,” she said. “It’s so…picturesque.”

“Ballykirk? When I was a lad I couldn’t wait to leave.”

“You did leave,” she said.

Kellan nodded. “For university. In Dublin and then a year in London.”

“Why did you come back?” Gelsey asked.

“I’m not technically back. I just finished the job at Castle Cnoc and I don’t have anything else lined up until after the new year. I usually live in Dublin.”

“I ought to have finished university,” Gelsey said. In truth, she hadn’t given it much chance. She’d been too restless to sit in a class all day, so she’d decided to go to cooking school. When she’d grown bored with that, she’d tried fashion school. Paired with her lack of real work experience, she’d been left with a rather unconventional résumé.

“They have universities where you come from?” he asked. “Oh, wait. I don’t know where you come from, do I?”

She slipped her arm through his and gave him a playful slap. “How do you think I learned to speak French?” she asked.

“You speak French?”

“Mais oui,” Gelsey replied.

“You’re hiding all sorts of secrets, aren’t you?”

Her expression suddenly turned serious. “We all have secrets. I suspect you have a few of your own.”