Chapter 26
What You Want
Deja
I have a little extra bounce in my step today. Cole might not like this, but I can’t stay locked in that house all the time. I’d rather him be cheesed at me than lose my mind sitting in that house all alone.
At thirty, I’m used to working and being busy. I’m used to training, taking care of my gran, and working at the pub. I used to have an active life.
As the sun warms my face while I walk down this street, I can feel the life coming back into me. I need sunlight, I need to talk to people. Aye, I get that talking to people allows them to get close, but I need to be social.
I thought things would change once Cole moved me here to Ireland. It’s still not New York, but something about coming home to Ireland gave me hope. However, nothing has changed.
“He’ll get over it,” I sing to myself as I skip a step when my destination comes into view.
Cole has been busy with business. I don’t know how he does it; he seems to always be on the phone. I know he tries not to be when he comes to the house, but I understand, he’s running things on two different continents.
That’s why I’ve found myself a job. I’m so happy with myself. I found a cute pub to work at. Today is my first day, but I haven’t told Cole about it.
He has enough on his plate without having to worry about me. I think my party caused him more problems than he’s admitting. He’s always tense and grumpy these days.
Besides, I can handle myself. I think I’m going to like this place. Larry, the older gentleman who owns the pub, was warm and sweet when I went in for the interview.
He said his nephew normally helps him run the place, but he went away on holiday and decided not to return. I’ll be happy to help him. He reminds me a bit of Uncle Ken.
“Ah, there ya are. Hello, love. I’ve been waiting for ya to arrive, me wee angel,” Larry croons with an excited smile on his face.
I smile back but can’t help pulling a little face. I’m thrown. He was really nice during the interview, but this is beyond that.
You would think I just walked in with a barrel of the black stuff just for him. He’s smiling from ear to ear. When he pulls me into a hug, I’m really confused.
“I’m excited for my first day too, but am I missing something?”
“Oh, sorry, sorry, lass. I’m just so excited. I’ve wanted to retire and move closer to me brother for years.
“I didn’t think that would ever happen. Now, thanks to ya, I’ll be on me way in a few days.
“Thanks to me? Huh? So yer closing the pub?”
My shoulders slump. I’m so confused.
“No. I’m not closing the place.” He digs into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. “I was told to give ya the keys when ya arrived,” he says happily.
I take the keys and stare at them in total confusion. Larry begins to ramble about vendors and deliveries, but I’m still lost. The bell over the door chimes and I turn to see who’s coming in.
A tall ginger comes in. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him right away. He has his hazel-blue eyes locked on me.
“Ach, Mr. McGowan, I’ve handed over the keys as told,” Larry says.
“Hold on. Can someone explain to me what’s going on?”
The ginger smiles. He has a nice smile. “Hello, Deja. It’s been a long time. It’s me, Carrick McGowan. Cass Black’s nephew.”
“Oh my God. Hello, how are ya?”
I go to give him a hug as it clicks into place where I know him from. He’s one of Kate’s cousins through marriage. However, the last time I saw him, he wasn’t this large.
“I’m grand. Brooklyn asked me to come by and make sure ya settle in.”
“Huh? He knows I got a job?”
“Aye.”
“Mr. O’Brien came in and offered me double the value of the place if I gave it to ya. The pub is yers. I’ll be around for a few days to make sure everything goes smoothly. This is such a dream come true for me,” Larry gushes.
I’m stunned. Cole bought me this pub. It’s only been three days since I came in for the interview.
“Put me to work. I can help wherever ya need,” Carrick says, pulling me out of my shock.
“Oh, I think I get it. Yer here as my bodyguard,” I say.
Carrick shrugs. “We’ll all be around to make sure yer safe.”
“We?”
“Aye. Graham, Malcolm, Jeremiah, Reilly and me. Da and the others might stop in from time to time.”
I groan and palm my forehead. I can’t believe he’s done this. Shaking my head, I reach for my mobile to call him.
“Hello, baby,” he answers with a smile in his voice.
“Cole,” I drag out.
“Aye, ya have my gift.”
“Yes, but why would ya do this. I just wanted to work. I didn’t mean for this to become a problem for everyone.”
“It’s not a problem. Carrick and the others have already been watching over ya. Now they can get a pint of the black stuff while they do it.”
“Cole, this is too much,” I groan.
“Nah, baby, it’s not. Ya want something to do, now ya have something.”
“Thank ya. I love ya,” I murmur as I smile.
“I love ya too. I’m sending ya a few new hires. If ya need anything, let me know. I’ll be by the house later.”
“Okay. Thanks again.”
I hang up, smiling so hard my face hurts. I have my own pub. Not the uncles’ pub, but my own.
I clap my hands together. “Okay, let’s get started. Larry, tell me everything I need to know. Let’s get ya retired.”
I inhale deeply and lift my shoulders to my ears. This can’t be real. I love that man so much.
***
I stumble into the house exhausted. The pub was busier than I thought it would be. Carrick stayed around until closing.
I sent Larry home around eight. He looked excited but tired. He didn’t need to stick around all night. He should be packing for his trip.
I drop my shoes by the door and make my way to the kitchen for some water and a snack. After I down the glass of water, I stand at the island with my palms flat on the countertop.
“I missed ya,” Cole says into my ear as he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
I smile, melting into him. He kisses the top of my head. I could fall asleep right here in his arms.
“I missed ya too.”
“How was yer first day?”
“Well, I got the surprise of my life as I was handed the keys to my new pub. I thought I was going to be a barmaid, not the owner.”
“Ya would have known if ya came to me first. If ya want or need something, ya can talk to me. I want ya to talk to me.”
“Aye, noted.”
“Ya sound wrecked. Come, I’ll draw ya a bath,” he says and kisses my neck.
His mobile buzzes on the counter where he placed it. He snatches it up, but not before I get a glance at it. I’m thrown by the text and how fast he reaches for the phone as if he’s trying to keep me from seeing it.
A: Sorry I missed your call. Was in the shower. I got the money. Thanks.
“On second thought. Forget the bath. I’m going to bed,” I say as I turn and head for the bedroom.
My mind is spinning with who A could be. I laugh to myself when I think of Arnez. That had to be him.