gold at others. He saw her studying him but only smiled, addressing her mother.
“I could smell Katy Kelly’s coffee way down in my room,” he told her, slipping his arms around her waist affectionately and kissing her cheek.
“There’s a coffeepot behind the bar,” Moira said rather sharply. Patrick looked at her. She widened her eyes. “How else would we make Irish coffee?”
“I think we’re all aware that there’s a coffeepot behind the bar,” her brother said.
“I was merely suggesting—” She began.
“Ah, but my coffee would never be as good as Katy’s,” Danny interrupted.
“And you’d not be wanting to have it alone,” Katy said firmly. “You’ve been up here every morning, and now the girls are here, as well. Naturally you want to spend time together.” Katy said the last casually, but sincerely.
“Of course we want to spend time with him. He’s like another older brother. A nice one,” Colleen teased.
Patrick groaned audibly.
“Just like a brother,” Moira said sweetly.
Danny had poured coffee and taken a seat next to Patrick. “Sibling torture this morning, eh?”
“Tell me, would you wear an apron so that your sister could humiliate you on national television?” Patrick asked.
“It’s just a cable show,” Moira murmured.
“A highly rated cable show,” Patrick said. “Well?”
For a moment, as Danny stared at her, Moira thought that his face had hardened strangely with anger. “I don’t have a sister,” he said.
“But you’re just like a nicer older brother,” Patrick reminded him.
“Oh, right. Well, what does the apron look like?” Danny asked, and the casual conviviality was back in his voice.
“I’m sure Mum has one with a leprechaun on it somewhere,” Colleen said.
“No one has to wear an apron!” Moira protested.
“Right. We’ll cook neatly,” Danny said.
“I didn’t say anyone but Mum needed to be in the show,” Moira reminded them.
“That’s right. The long-suffering siblings get to wash dishes offstage,” Patrick said.
“Hey,” Colleen protested, “I’ve got the kind of face they say can launch a thousand ships.”
“Naturally you’re invited to cook with us on camera,” Moira told her sister.
“Thanks. I’ll have to check with my agent.”
“Colleen Mary!” Katy said indignantly.
“Just kidding, Mum.”
“That is a face that could launch a thousand ships—sis,” Danny told Colleen. “Congratulations. I’m seeing it more and more every day now.”
“Really, Danny?” Colleen asked, her voice a little anxious. For a moment Moira reflected that her sister was really just a nice kid. She was doing exceptionally well, yet she was still amazed that people really thought her looks worthy of attention. She had managed to develop enough confidence to go forward and retain enough humility to remain grounded.
“Really. And I’ve heard from Patrick and your folks that there’s a budding romance in the west?”
“Just budding,” Katy said firmly. “So my daughter tells me.”
“Absolutely just budding,” Colleen said, laughing. “Mum, I’d never get serious without bringing the poor guy home first and making sure he had the stamina for a real relationship.”
Patrick looked at his sister without the twitch of a smile. “Um, stamina?”
“He’s a nice guy?” Danny asked. “Nothing else would do for my, uh, baby sister.”
“The nicest. Hey, you come to California now and then. Maybe you’ll be out there soon. I’d love for you to meet him.”
“Dan can size him up for you just like that,” Patrick told her.
“Colleen has a good head on her shoulders. I’m sure he’s a fine fellow,” Danny said. “Now, as to Moira…”
“Moira and her Michael,” Katy said.
“He’s great, Mum, and you know it,” Moira said.
“He does seem decent,” Patrick acknowledged.
“He’s a hunk,” Colleen said decisively.
“Beady eyes,” Danny said, shaking his head.
“Oh, God, that again,” Moira said irritably.
“Well, I think his eyes are fine,” Katy said thoughtfully, taking the comment entirely literally.
“Look again—they’re beady,” Danny said, staring at Moira.
“Fine, I’ll take another really good look at the man, Danny,” Katy said, setting strips of bacon into a huge frying pan with incredible precision, getting more bacon into the pan than Moira would have thought possible. “But really, he’s courteous, and very handsome. And he does adore Moira.”
“Yes, I guess he does,” Danny said grudgingly.
“A vote of approval at last?” Moira inquired.
“I’m withholding final judgment.”
“And he’s been so effusive with his comments regarding you,” Moira said.
“Really?” Danny asked.
“Actually, no. He hasn’t mentioned you at all.”
“Well, I’m just an old family friend. Not a real member of the family who he needs to impress.”
“But you’ll definitely be on top of the guest list for the wedding,” Moira said over the rim of her coffee cup.
Her mother gasped. “Moira Kathleen!”
“No, no, no, Mum,” she said quickly, with a sigh. She had to watch this sparring with Danny in front of her parents. “We’re not planning anything—yet.”
“I truly wish you every happiness,” Danny said. His eyes were steady on hers; his voice was sincere.
For some reason, that made her more irritated.
Maybe she didn’t want him to be happy for her. Yup, that was it. Completely. She wanted him to be sorry he’d blown everything himself.
