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traveling as Davin might expect from a first-time visitor to Ireland. He apparently didn’t realize he let out a big, sad sigh. “What’s the matter, lad? You seem a bit down in the doldrums.” Quinn ducked his head in embarrassment. “I’m okay, Mr. O’Reilly. I’m just a bit lonely. Your beautiful farm makes me miss my family.”
    It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either, and Davin knew it. He eyed the younger man speculatively, a plan forming in his head. “What was the name of the farm you’re going to next? And please, call me Davin. Mr. O’Reilly makes me feel old.”
    “Uh, I think the name was Briarwood Farm. They have a breeding pair there as well, and my father would like to have both. After that, I’m just going to do some traveling around. I’ve always wanted to come to Ireland, so once I’m done with these two visits for my father, I’m going to take advantage of being here.”
    “Briarwood, you say? Well, isn’t that just lovely. My old friend Kieran Michaels is the owner over there. We were mates for years in school, and we started out together in the horse business. He’s been after me, in fact, to come up and get some papers and some keepsake items he’s been storing for me, but I just haven’t had the time.”
“Well, that’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it?”
     
“Yeah, he was a wild one, old Kieran, but he was the best horseman I’d ever seen.” Davin chuckled at that. “Next to me, of course.”
     
Cian smiled as Davin spoke, his grin hinting that from what he had heard, his grandfather’s friend wasn’t the only wild one.
    “So, I have a proposition for you.” Davin looked thoughtful for a minute. “I know you want to do some sightseeing and things, but how would you feel about doing something for me? And in return, I’ll provide you with a fantastic tour guide who’ll be guaranteed to not let you get lost.”
Quinn looked at him, obviously doing some speculating of his own. “What do you want me to do? And who’s the tour guide?”
    “Well, I’d like for you to pick those things up for me and bring them back. It would save me the trip. I have too much going on with the wife being gone for the next two weeks, and I need to look after Ceara.” He stopped, gauging Quinn’s interest before going on. “And the tour guide would be Cian.”
C
IAN broke in even as Quinn started to smile.
     
“What? Grandfather, no! There’s too much to do around here, and you can’t do it alone.”
    Davin’s jaw tightened, and Cian knew he’d made a mistake. “I can’t, can’t I? I’ll have you know, Cian Benjamin O’Reilly, that there isn’t a job on this farm that I’m not capable of doing!”
    Cian ducked his head, feeling bad about hurting his grandfather’s feelings. “Sorry, Granddad, I just… you’ve worked so hard to get us to this place. You deserve a break.”
He looked up at Davin’s chuckle.
    “Aye, lad, I have, but it’s work I love doing. I let you do all you do because it excites you, and you have a passion for it. But you need a break. You worked so hard through the winter and foaling season, and I don’t want you getting burnt out.”
    Cian still looked reluctant, and Quinn broke in. “It’s okay, Mr.—Davin. I can get the stuff and bring it back myself. Cian doesn’t want to be with me—I mean, go with me.”
    Cian looked at Quinn then and saw the hurt in his eyes. Damn it, that wasn’t what he’d meant at all. He’d love to spend time with Quinn, but he could see himself getting really attached to him fast, and to what end? Quinn would be going home when this was all over, and Cian would be left behind.
He looked at Quinn again and caught his eye this time. Cian couldn’t help himself and smiled, shaking his head.
    “No, Quinn, Granddad is absolutely right. I could use the break. And if he promises not to get himself into trouble when I’m gone, I’d love to go with you and make sure you don’t get