Chapter 2
“His name is Marcus Rowan,” Sophie supplied helpfully. “He’s staying at Laurel Valley B&B until tomorrow and Lorraine told me about him when she came in to buy some coffee table books. He owns Pacific Custom Restoration.”
“Yeah, I recognize the name,” Aidan said through gritted teeth.
“Well, we don’t know the name,” Duncan said, arching a brow. “Who is he?”
“Businessman,” Sophie said. “Owns restoration garages through the Pacific Northwest all the way down the coast into California. He’s very successful. Very persistent. According to Lorraine, that’s who Jay Leno uses to restore all his cars.”
The fork in Aidan’s hand bent slightly.
“Easy there,” Hank said, grinning. “Mom’s good silverware doesn’t deserve whatever you’re imagining doing to Marcus Rowan.”
As the evening wound down and the family dispersed into the October night, Aidan stood on the porch looking out at the land that had been in his family for five generations.
Somewhere out there, his grandfather had hidden a ring that represented everything the O’Haras stood for—love, loyalty, friendship, tradition.