Chapter 3
“He would.” Aidan’s expression softened. “He always said the best treasures were the ones you had to work for. I’m starting to think he wasn’t just talking about the ring.”
She should say no. Should maintain the distance that had kept her heart relatively intact for five years. Should make her decision about Marcus Rowan’s offer based on logic and financial sense, not on the way Aidan O’Hara’s eyes lit up when he talked about his grandfather.
“Patrick would have loved this,” she said instead of answering directly. “A treasure hunt, making you work for something. He always said the O’Hara boys had everything too easy.”
“He wasn’t wrong.” Aidan’s smile was rueful and oddly charming in its self-awareness. “Everything except figuring out what actually matters.”
Before Dylan could parse what that meant, the door burst open and Ralph’s voice filled the garage like sunshine after rain.
“Morning, everyone! Another beautiful day in paradise!” He stopped short, taking in the scene—Dylan and Aidan standing closer than professional distance dictated, both of them looking like they’d been caught at something. “Am I interrupting?”