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Quinn’s answering smile was a reward in itself. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.”
    “I’m sure. Besides, if you want to see the real Ireland, you need an Irishman to show you, don’t you?” He smiled and winked at the other man, gratified when he smiled back.
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AVIN looked at the two of them and smiled. Quinn noticed Ceara giving her grandfather a discreet thumbs-up.
    “Well, now that’s settled, I guess we should get this cleaned up, and then Cian can go and get packed. Quinn, would you like to make use of our spare room for the night?”
    “Thank you, sir, but I have to go back and get my things from the place I’m staying at. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be back to pick Cian up early, if that’s okay with him. I’d like a chance to look around in Limerick tomorrow afternoon.”
They all stood and started clearing the table. Quinn joined in, the manners instilled in him by his parents and grandmother kicking in once again. “That’d be fine. I’m an early riser anyhow. You know how it is when you’re on a farm,” Cian said.
    “Oh God, do I ever. I made my gramma despair a few times of me ever figuring out the getting up in time to do chores thing when I was a teenager. I like my sleep… a lot.”
Davin laughed at that. “You sound like our Ceara here. She never wants to get out of bed.”
    Ceara turned and stuck her tongue out at her grandfather before complaining, “Not fair, Granddad. I’m a growing girl. I need my sleep.” She crossed her arms over her chest and gave them all a petulant pout for laughing at her. Davin gave her a hug, and after a minute of struggling, she finally gave in and accepted it.
    Once the table was cleared, Ceara excused herself to go do something in her room while Davin went to check on the horses. Quinn and Cian found themselves doing the dishes in companionable silence for a few minutes.
    “You know, you really don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I’ll find my way eventually, and I wouldn’t mind bringing that stuff back for your grandfather.” Quinn didn’t look at Cian as he spoke. He just kept washing the dishes, hoping Cian didn’t notice his blush.
    Cian did notice, and he smiled. “Nah, its’ okay, I don’t mind. It’ll be good to get away for a day or two. And I owe you anyhow, for acting like such an ass at the pub.” He chuckled at Quinn’s little sigh of relief. “I really am sorry about that, by the way. I thought you broke that glass when you found out I was gay.”
    Quinn was blushing even harder now, and he took a deep breath before confessing, “I guess I did, really. I noticed you when you came in with your friends, and I was kind of staring. Sorry.” Cian opened his mouth to say something, but Quinn cut him off. “When I heard your friend talking about you being gay, well, I was kind of shocked to find such a good-looking gay guy in what I saw as such an unlikely place. I was reaching for something without paying attention and knocked the glass off the table.”
    When he realized what he’d said, Quinn wanted to fall over in embarrassment. “Damn it!” Times like this made him want to punch himself in the face to shut himself up.
    Cian started to laugh. Quinn was a little surprised at first, but he found himself joining in. Soon they were laughing so hard, they were both holding on to the counter to keep themselves upright.
“Quinn, mate, I bet you suck at keeping secrets too, don’tcha?” He stopped to take another deep breath and then continued, “Don’t worry about it. I noticed you too, good-looking man that you are. Looking is allowed, you know.”
    Quinn blushed again and looked down at the toe of his shoe he scuffed across the floor. “I know.” He looked back up at Cian after a minute. “Well, guess I’d better get going. Need to pack up my stuff before I hit the hay.”
Cian nodded at him, and they both headed for the door. They passed Davin, who was sitting on the porch, smoking his