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“I do have an idea. But it's pushing it. You wanted this in two weeks, so you'd have three to figure it out if you didn't get enough money, right?” She took a breath and pulled up the website. “In a few weeks, the party would coincide with an Irish festival in Atlanta. I wouldn't book it the same weekend. We wouldn't want that competition. But, it might be helpful to host yours the weekend before.”

“Three weeks? You're right,” Brogan said, his fingers twirling the end of her hair absently. “That is pushing it.”

She looked up at him, wanting to ask another question, but he dropped another small kiss on her lips.

“I like the idea. But how do we draw people in?” Cathal pointed at her tea. “I was going to abstain, but do you mind?”

“Go ahead.”

“Abstain from tea?” Brogan barely asked the question before he sighed. “I should have known you added something to it.”

“We want to keep Rian's food the focus. And I think I can get in contact with a few of the food critics or bloggersor whoever to come in. Offer them free tickets for the exposure on their websites.” She pulled up another website. “Now, what is trad music?”

“The traditional music you hear in Ireland.” Brogan nodded toward Cathal. “He can play a fiddle if you feed him enough whiskey.”

“I might have to do that. Can you do anything?”

Cathal answered. “He sings like a scuttered fish when he drinks too much whiskey.”

She'd expected him to deny it, but he didn't. Something about Brogan singing horribly made her smile. He did everything else so well. “And Rian's the cook,” she added.

“Oh. Rian can play the fiddle, too.” Cathal downed the rest of her tea in one drink like it was a shot. “I'm just better.”

“Rian would disagree.” A knock at the door brought Brogan to his feet before he announced for them to enter. “Sir?” Katie peeked in. “The police just showed up. They're earlier than I told Cathal. I'm sorry.”

“Don't worry about it, Katie,” Brogan said. “Thank you for letting us know ahead of time. And thank your friend as well.”

Two uniformed police officers appeared behind Katie. She darted out of the way.

Selena rose with Cathal. Before the men entered, she walked over to him and hugged him. “Thank you.”

He ran a hand down her hair and patted her back. “It's fine. I guess I shouldn't admit it's not my first time for being arrested for fighting.”

“I assumed it wasn't.” She pulled back. “I'll go with Brogan to the station, file my report.”

“Thanks.” He turned and stood silently as the policeofficers read him his rights. They walked him out, without handcuffs.

“You're going with me?” Brogan opened the desk drawer and pulled out his car keys.

“Yes.”

“But, don't you think it will look odd?”

“Stop.” She held up her hand. “I need to report what happened so it can go against them keeping Cathal. Take me to the station so I can help getyourbrother off these charges that he only got because he was protectingyourVP of Advertising.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you ever going to stop calling yourself that?”

She set her hand on her hip. “Are you ever going to start calling me something else?”

“Please. Just wait and leave a few minutes after I do.”

Her lips pressed together, trying to stay nice. But she couldn't. Not when it hurt every inch of her heart. “Do you want to sneak me out of the back door?”

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Brogan watched her for a moment. “You're joking again, right?”

Selena threw her hands up. “Yes!” She grabbed her purse and fished out her car keys. “Never mind.” She stormed past him. She didn't need this. Him. Not when a good man just got sent to jail because of her. Not when she was busting her ass to help his business stay open. And he won't even acknowledge that they were, at a minimum, friends and walk out together. It wasn't like she was going to straddle him in the middle of the restaurant.

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