When Ryan hollered from the kitchen, everyone fell in like a well-ordered troop. Mike tried to seat me far down the table, but Rachael out-maneuvered him and we found ourselves directly across from each other. Abe dropped in on one side and lowered his voice. “Ryan’s nickname is the General, but I always thought Rachael would be called the Commander.”

I laughed too loudly, and clapped a hand to my mouth. Mike eyed me warily, and then shook his head and turned to smile at some tiny, beautiful brunette beside him.

Despite Rachael machinations, Mike and I didn’t talk directly to each other until the very end of dinner. Instead, everyone else spoke, mostly about their plans before training camp started up at the end of July. “Bri wants to go to Paris,” wide-receiver Malcolm Lindsey said, referencing his absent fiancée. He sent a look at Rachael. “Somehow that got in her head.”

“Wow, what a great idea,” Rachael said with patent transparency. She turned to Ryan Carter. “Interestingly enough, there’s a book fair in Milan that work’s sending me to in July.”

Ryan failed to suppress a grin. “You need to work on your subtly.”

“I don’t really think so.” She glanced at me. “You have any plans this summer?”

Only by sheer dint of willpower did I keep my eyes from lifting to Mike’s. “Um. Actually, I’m going to Ireland in two weeks.”

Mike coughed explosively. “You’re what?”

Rachael looked between us with quick eyes. “Oh?” She directed the question at me. “What part?”

I dug some of the sweet raisins out of my couscous. “A little town in Cork. Called Dundoran.”

Mike pinned me with those steel eyes. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to Dundoran.”

“Well,” I said delicately, very aware of the eyes of half the Leopards, “I’m sure it’s big enough for both of us.”

Mike snorted. “Why would you even go when you’re not excavating?”

“My advisor lives in Ireland. Even if we’re not able to dig, I’ll need to talk to locals and do research that will only be possible in the area.” I paused. “Of course, a dig would be preferable. There’s a wealth of information just waiting to be discovered.”

Mike set his fork down with a loud clatter. “Then it can wait a little bit longer.”

“You know,” I said, “there’s so much development going on that if it doesn’t get excavated now, there’s probably going to be a rushed contract archaeology dig before a bunch of condos are built there. A handful of state mandated archaeologists will go in, do a quick excavation, and they won’t even have finished typing up their notes by the time the bulldozers destroy everything. Wouldn’t you prefer the land’s protected?”

“You’re forgetting the most important factor—no one’s building anything there without my permission.”

“So why don’t you want anyone building anything?” Rachael asked.

Mike took a deep, frustrated breath and turned his gaze to the hostess. “Rachael.”

She smiled sweetly. “Michael.”

I watched, fascinated, as Mike O’Connor locked gazes with Rachael Hamilton, and then lost the anger that had been simmering toward boil. Just like that. One moment, he was ready to yell at me, and the next he was laughing and apologizing to Rachael, and throwing even me a sheepish grin, and he’d changed the topic to Rachael’s job without anyone really noticing.

After dinner, everyone migrated back toward the east side of the giant room, with the window overlooking Central Park. I hovered in a small circle with Rachael while Mike sat on a couch directly before the window.

“Sorry about Mike.” Rachael frowned. “He’s usually a lot more—charming—than he was tonight.”

I let out a scoff. “Charming? Him? Yeah, sure.”

Rachael looked at me consideringly.

“I bet that’s just his agent talking.” The wine felt warm and fuzzy, like a blanket draped over my sensibility. “A selling point. Each player needs a distinctive trait, something that will make them stand out. Mem’rable. Memorable.”

“Interesting. What’s Ryan’s?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “That he’s pretty.”

Rachael laughed until she had to sit down. “That’s true. But don’t tell him. He’s vain enough as is.”

Across the room, Keith got up, leaving the seat next to Mike open. I eyed it.

Rachael nudged me. “Go on.”

Okay. Yes. If he was going to Dundoran—and I was going to Dundoran—well, I’d done my research, and there was only one inn in the village’s vicinity. Better go over there and make nice instead of spending the next two weeks freaking out over what would happen if—when—we ran into each other across the pond.

When I plunked down beside him, his eyes immediately rose to mine.

I folded my hands in my lap and looked up at him, trying to think of the exact way to break the news.

He took one look at me and groaned. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Okay, that was totally fine too. I mimed zipping my lips and throwing away the key, with wide, exaggerated gestures and an unwavering gaze.

His brown eyes glinted with what might have been humor. “Good.”

I nodded and leaned back against the couch. My forehead wrinkled and a small, sad frown pulled at my mouth.

“What?”

I leaned closer, as though reluctant to admit a tragic truth. “You’re not as charming as everyone says you are.”

He scowled at me and took a long pull of his drink. “I’m charming when I want to be.”

I laughed.

He took another sip and thunked his drink down. And then, just like during dinner, everything about his demeanor changed. He propping his elbow on the couch back, he grinned down at me. “So do you do this to all your landowners? Chase them down and beg them to change their minds? Or am I special?”

“Kilkarten’s special.”

“Huh.” He leaned back, but kept his gaze trained on my face. Butterflies started fluttering around my ribcage. “You know, I don’t think that’s it.”

I tilted my head and he leaned close to my ear, close enough that I could feel his breath. “Admit it. You’re just here because you like me.”

“What?” I sat straight up.

He laughed. “What’s that look of alarm? Struck too close to home?”

I scowled at him. “I don’t like you.”

“You sure of that? Or you have a boyfriend?”

I wanted to lie and say yes, but the word wouldn’t come, and his smile broadened. But he released me from his gaze right before I could no longer breathe. “Don’t tell Rachael. She’d never admit it, but she likes to matchmake. See that girl over there?”

I followed his nod, feeling the slightest tinge of pink dusting my cheeks. “Yeah.”

“That’s Olivia Perez. Rachael met her at a farmer’s market. Or something. She’s been trying to set her up with Dylan for two weeks. Only,” he said, lowering his voice, “Rachael doesn’t know that Dylan’s been lusting after her friend Eva for months. Which he’ll never admit, ’cause she’s crazy about her boyfriend.”

My eyes skipped to all the involved players, feeling like I was watching a play.

“Rach’s real project is Abe. Abe seems like he’d be easy to set up—he’s friendly, eager to make Rachael happy, good guy all around, but he never stays interested in anyone too long.”

“Maybe he’s secretly in love with Rachael.”

He smiled at me. His gaze was direct and disarming, and my whole body flushed. “You know, I thought that too, but it’s much more of a sibling thing. No, I think there’s some girl from his past—which is funny, because Abe’s the least burdened person I’ve ever met.”

I studied Abe. He gestured wildly in the air as he told some story, and it made me laugh.

“You have a pretty laugh.”

My eyes flew to Mike’s. I could feel my heart in my chest, in my head, a giant beat that thrummed all through my body. Mike reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my jaw line. Heat pooled in my skin beneath his fingers and my breaths shortened. His thumb stroked the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Pretty eyes too. Like...like storm clouds.”