Kate Hoffmann: Declan

He nodded in their direction. “The guy on the right is Ian, the guy on the left is Marcus.”

Rachel pointed to a nearby picnic table. “Are those your sisters?”

Dec turned and followed her gaze, then stopped short. “No.” He frowned. “No, the blonde is Eden Ross.” He chuckled softly. “Oh, well, this is interesting. I’m willing to bet that the other woman with the dark hair is Marisol Arantes.” He groaned then raked his hand through his hair. “I should have figured this one out. God, how could I have missed this?”

“What?” Rachel asked.

He took her hand and led her out into the yard. When his brothers saw him, they stopped tossing the ball and stared. “Hey, Marky,” Ian called. “I guess we’re three for three.”

Dec pulled Rachel against him and laughed. “You bleedin’ liars. You’ve been shining me on all this time.”

“Who’s been shining who?” Marcus asked.

Dec gently rubbed Rachel’s back. “Rachel Merrill, these are my brothers, Ian and Marcus. Brothers, this is Rachel. My girlfriend.”

They both shook her hand then made the rest of the introductions. In truth, Dec wasn’t surprised at Ian and Marisol, but Marcus and Eden Ross shocked the hell out him. When he was introduced, Eden threw her arms around him and gave him an enthusiastic hug. “Thank you for not finding me,” she said.

“I’d assume you were on the boat the whole time?”

Marcus slipped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. “My own personal stowaway,” he said.

Dec had never seen Marcus quite so happy. He was grinning from ear to ear. As for Ian, he’d found his match in Marisol. Like Eden, she was stunningly beautiful, but in an exotic, mysterious way.

“You’re the lady with the painting,” he said. “I wondered why Ian was so secretive about that.”

“I guess I should thank you, too,” Marisol said. “If you hadn’t found that expert, I would have done something very stupid. And Ian might have had to put me in jail.”

The ladies wandered off to introduce Rachel to the rest of the family while Ian, Marcus and Dec watched them from a spot near the picnic table.

“She’s beautiful, Dec,” Ian murmured.

“She’s smart, too,” Dec said. “Really smart. And sexy. I don’t know how it all happened, but I’m sure as hell glad it did.”

“So, what do you think?” Ian asked. “Do we give the money to the one who lasted the longest? Or do we just call it even?”

“I have an idea,” Dec said. “Why don’t we give the money to the one who gets married first?”

The three of them looked at each other, then laughed. “Sounds good to me,” Ian said.

“I’m cool with that,” Marcus added.

To Dec, it seemed as if they’d agreed pretty quickly to the challenge. He knew he had every intention of marrying Rachel. And it was obvious that his brothers felt the same way about the women they’d met.

Marcus pulled out his key chain and held out the gold medallion. “I’ve got it ready. All we have to do is agree.”

“What is that?” Emma Quinn stepped between Ian and Marcus and took the key chain from Marcus’s hand. “Where did you get that?”

“We found it when we were kids,” Dec said. “In the old stable at Porter Hall.”

“My mother used to wear a charm just like this around her neck. She told me that she and my father exchanged them when they were young, kind of like a promise ring.” She held it up and the sunlight glinted off the gold. “It’s a love charm, you know.”

“A love charm?” Dec asked.

His mother nodded. “The script is Gaelic. My mother told me what it said. Let me see if I can remember. I think it was something like ‘Love will find a way.’” She smiled. “That’s it. Love will find a way. It’s a beautiful sentiment.”

The three brothers nodded. Marcus took the key chain from his mother, then slipped the charm off and pressed it into her hand. “Here,” he said. “It’s yours. I don’t think we need it anymore.”

Emma kissed Marcus on the cheek, then turned to her other two sons and did the same. “I think you boys have done well for yourselves,” she said, nodding to the three women they’d brought along to family dinner. “But I can’t help but wonder if the faeries have been watching out for you on this. You carry a lot of Ireland inside you and some of that is magic and some of that is luck.”

“I guess our luck came all at once then,” Dec said.

“I’m all right with that,” Ian said.

“Me, too,” said Marcus.

Dec and his brothers crossed the yard to join the rest of the family near a small wading pool that had been set up for the kids. Dec grabbed Rachel’s hand and pulled her along to the house. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go get something to drink.”

But when they were alone in the kitchen, Dec forgot all about the drinks. Instead, all he could think about was kissing Rachel. He kissed her because she was beautiful and sweet. He kissed her because he already knew his family loved her. He kissed her for the future they’d share and all the dreams they’d make come true.

Love had come as such a surprise, but now that he’d found it, he realized how lucky he was. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe the faeries had had a hand in it. However it had happened, however Dec had been chosen to be the man to love Rachel, it didn’t matter.

All that really mattered was that he planned to love her until the end of forever.