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take no for an answer.”
    â€œSo I guess I won’t say no then.” Quinn smiled. The idea of all-day shopping didn’t sound like fun at all, but a day with some friends might be nice. She kinda missed social interaction, and she was sure after another two weeks of just her and her aunt, she would be ready to get out a little.
    â€œAwesome! It’ll be totally epic.” Erin beamed. “So what are your plans for this evening?”
    â€œI’ll probably be out here pretty late. I need to get a few things done today since they’re calling for rain tomorrow.”
    Erin’s smile faded. “Come on, come to Katie’s with us tonight.”
    â€œYeah, it sounds like fun but I really can’t go tonight. Maybe another night?”
    â€œOkay, then next Friday night it is.” Erin nodded.
    â€œDoes this Katie have parties every night?”
    Erin laughed. “Katie’s as in Katie’s Pub.”
    Ah, right. Quinn definitely knew where that was. “Yeah, Friday night sounds good.”
    â€œPerfect!” The tiny redhead waved with her fingers as she practically skipped toward the house. Before making it to the porch, she turned back and yelled, “I’ll introduce you to Lisbeth and Darcy. You’ll love them. A few of Rory’s bandmates will be there on Friday as well. And Ewan McKenna’s cousin, Sean, most likely. And Ewan will of course be there, but you’ve already met him.”
    She wasn’t sure if seeing Ewan again so soon was such a good idea, but her heart still fluttered at the mention of his name.

Chapter 3
    Ewan shifted the large box to his left side so he could quickly open the back door of the West End Public House and get out of the rain. This was Uncle Connor’s most profitable restaurant. Located on the north side of the Charles River in Cambridge, it provided excellent fare to upscale clientele in a rustic setting. That’s what his uncle touted it as anyways. Ewan called it providing pub food at astronomical prices to people stupid enough to pay for it.
    He nodded to a couple of the line cooks as he weaved his way through the kitchen. Sunday was delivery day for Ewan. If his uncle was running low on liquor in any of his restaurants and if Ewan could spare the inventory, he delivered it to whichever restaurant needed it. Today’s delivery of whiskey wasn’t very big, but Ewan didn’t mind.
    He'd get a free meal out of it.
    Despite the forty-five minute drive and the shitty parking, Ewan preferred his deliveries to the West End Public House over his uncle’s other restaurants. West End had a killer BLT sandwich that he got with chicken corn chowder.
    He always came in on an off hour when he knew the church crowd would be long gone so he could sit at a small table near the window in the bar area. The bartenders knew not to take it personally that he didn’t want to sit at the bar. He endured enough forced conversation back in Ballagh at his own pub. Sunday lunch was forty-five minutes of quiet time when he’d watch the cars and pedestrians pass by.
    Ewan stopped by his uncle’s small office and dropped off a list of the day’s delivery items. When he pushed through the swinging door on his way out of the kitchen, he was surprised to see his uncle standing behind the bar polishing a wineglass.
    â€œWasn’t expecting you to be here today, Uncle,” he said as he dropped the box onto the bar top.
    â€œShort staffed, I’m afraid.”
    He didn’t envy his uncle one bit for having to put up with the revolving staff bullshit in all his restaurants with servers and bartenders constantly calling off or not showing up. Uncle Connor had a few employees who’d been around awhile, but most were college students trying to earn some money while they attended classes. And they wouldn’t hesitate to leave him high and dry if a better-paying opportunity came along.
    Ewan unpacked