Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Oisín

“ G ood morning, Sir.” I spin my office chair around and turn to look at my assistant.

“Good morning, Sheila. Has my girl been out and about yet?” She tries to hide her sneer, but I see it. I see everything.

“No sir. She has not had movement yet.” Nodding I dismiss her with a flick of my wrist and turn back toward the window.

Two weeks. It has been two weeks since the last time I laid eyes on my beautiful little would-be thief and for two weeks I have been rock-hard and biding my time. I have slowly been turning over my day-to-day functions to my junior partners, delegating jobs and clearing my client list so that when this is over, all of my attention can be on her and the family I plan on starting inside of her the moment I get her beneath me.

“Sir, she has left her apartment.” Sheila buzzes. I don’t answer her. I simply smile because that means tonight is the night. Not for the first time I have to wonder how much of the truth she knows. Does my little gadaí know about this mission she has been sent on? How angry is she going to be when she finds out? I bet she’s a hissing kitten when she is pissed.

In the village that our families come from, Eyeries, which is located at the bottom of the Slieve Miskish Mountains, family is everything. It is a colorful, artsy, whimsical town that looks more like a hideaway for fairies and other mythical creatures, then a village where people work for a living. It has gained a reputation as a place for magic which is all poppycock, but it holds a certain charm.

In this village it is said that soulmates are formed at birth and sewn together according to birth year, sign and family connection but, there is also a challenge, a sort of test that is given to those most… resistant of the lore if you will. You are sent on a mission to recover something, either a family heirloom that has been given to the suspected soulmate for you to retrieve. in our case, it was stolen from her family and me having known she was to be mine since she was sixteen, I tracked it down and too it to her grandfather, he in turn patted me on the face and told me he was happy I had proven to be worthy of his granddaughter but that he feared she would not be so easily swayed having been hurt by the death of her parents. In solution, he told me to hold on to it. I knew what this meant and have since been waiting, with bated breath for this moment and now that it is here, I am barely able to contain myself. Even though our families moved to the U.S. decades ago, most who come to New York, settle in East Durham also known as the Catskills, for the familiarity of back home in Ireland.

Along her journey to find me, I aided, made sure anyone she would come in contact with cooperated with her inquest but also gave her a little resistance to make it interesting for her. The first day she walked into my building and literally ran right into me, her honeysuckle scent damn near knocked me on my ass. Hell, I had to fight the beast inside of me to stop myself from throwing her over my shoulder and running like a mob was after me out of that place straight to my bed. As far as I am concerned, she won that day, but I know she needs to see this through to feel accomplished and I won’t take that away from her. Besides, the minute she removes that Shamrock from the case it is in she is going to seal her fate.