Love and Mistletoe (10 page)

“You’d better give me their names so I can check if they’re still breathing. I don’t trust the pair of you not to make a lethal concoction.”

The firefighters were trooping in now, Sharon hot on their heels. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, running to his side and hurling herself into his arms. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” he said, returning her embrace, “but I’m going to get you filthy.”

“Shag that. It’ll wash off. When I saw the flames above the garden and knew you’d gone in there, I was terrified.”

“Well, Garda Glenn,” came the gruff voice of the fire chief. “Looks like you’ve done our job for us. Any idea what caused the fire?”

“Apparently, these fools were making
poitín
.” Brian shot a look of disgust at the perpetrators of the catastrophe.

“Good God.” The fire chief looked suitably appalled at the notion of John-Joe and Buck meddling with distilling equipment. “It’s a wonder the whole street didn’t burn to the ground.”

Two reserve policemen trooped into the garden and regarded the scene with appropriate horror.

“McGarry. Doyle. Help me get this pair of miscreants down the station. We need statements.”

“Right-oh, sir.” The two reserves dragged a by-now-subdued Buck and John-Joe out the gate and into the waiting vehicle.

Brian dropped a kiss on Sharon’s forehead, leaving a sooty smudge that was too adorable to erase. “I’ll see you later.”

She clung to his arm. “Will you be long?”

“Shouldn’t be too long. They’re too shaken up to be uncooperative.”

She flashed him a naughty grin. “I’ll be waiting.”

***

Four hours later, Brian opened his front door. “Sharon? I’m home. Can you come here for a sec?”

She appeared at the top of the stairs, clad in a negligee, spiky heels, and nothing else.

He gave a low whistle. “Hey, gorgeous. Come here and stand under this yoke before my arm goes numb holding it over my head.”

“Is that mistletoe?” she asked, squinting down at him.

“It is indeed. I nicked it from the station’s lobby. We were supposed to kiss under the mistletoe at the Christmas bazaar, remember?”

“Only my father came blustering in and derailed our plan.” Taking the steps carefully on her towering heels, Sharon descended to the hallway.

“Well, Garda Glenn, having been rudely interrupted earlier today, I hope you intend to make it up to me.”

“Why don’t I start by giving you that kiss?”

He leaned down and captured her mouth with his. Her lips were soft and supple and she tasted of red wine and peppermint toothpaste.

“Was that worth waiting for?” he asked when he released her.

“More than worth it.” She tugged the mistletoe out of his hand. “You can put your arm down now.”

“Before we go upstairs, there’s something I want to say to you.” He gazed into her warm brown orbs. “I love you, Sharon MacCarthy. I’ve been crazy about you for years, but I never thought it would work between us. These past couple of months have proven me wrong in the best possible way.”

Her eyes grew moist, and she gave him a wobbly smile. “I love you too, Brian Glenn. And it scares me. I don’t want to screw this up. I keep thinking you’ll come to your senses because I’m so—”

“So uniquely you? That’s exactly what I love about you.” He pulled her into his arms and inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. “I don’t want you living on campus, in a flat with Naomi, or anywhere that’s not here. Will you move in with me?”

“Officially?” she said with a laugh. “As opposed to having all my stuff crammed into your guest room and taking up half your bedroom wardrobe?”

“More than half.” He tweaked her nose. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneak those dresses onto my hangers.”

“Busted.”

“So will you come and live with me?”

Her sunny smile could melt an iceberg. “Of course I will, you eejit. You’ll never get rid of me.”

He took her hand and tugged her toward the stairs. “I can’t imagine I’ll ever want to.”

Three Years Later

Excerpt from the
Ballybeg Chronicle

The staff at the
Ballybeg Chronicle
wish to extend their heartfelt congratulations to local police sergeant, Brian Glenn, son of James and Geraldine Glenn (Cloghan, Co. Donegal), on his marriage last Saturday to child psychologist Sharon MacCarthy, daughter of Colm and the late Molly MacCarthy (Ballybeg). The wedding ceremony took place in St. Mary’s Church, with the reception held at Clonmore Castle Hotel. The bride wore a gown of fuchsia silk and was attended by two bridesmaids (Naomi Bekele and Marcella MacCarthy) and four flower girls (Sally Glenn, Stacey O’Driscoll, Blánaid O’Driscoll, and Lucy MacCarthy). Best man was Detective Inspector Seán Mackey. After a honeymoon on the island of Santorini, Greece, the couple will reside in Ballybeg.

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Love and Mistletoe
was one of those rare stories that seemed to write itself. Nevertheless, a number of people helped me to polish it before publication.

Many thanks are due to my wonderful critique partner, Magdalen Braden, for her insightful comments; to Rhonda Helms, editor extraordinaire, for working her magic on the manuscript; to Trish Slattery and April Weigele for beta reading the final draft; and to Anne and Linda at Victory Editing for the thorough proofread.

Finally, thank you to my readers for supporting the Ballybeg series. I wish you a wonderful festive season and a Happy New Year!

LOVE AND MISTLETOE

Copyright © 2014 by Sarah Tanner

Published 2014 by Beaverstone Press GmbH (LLC)

ISBN-13: 978-3-906245-10-2

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