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“Senora! Senora!” Roberto’s broad grin was triumphant as he burst onto the pool deck, waving a thick white envelope bearing the Irish Embassy’s distinctive green harp logo in the upper left corner. “Your passport! It is arrived!”
Kiera was on her feet and racing across the patio before Moira had even managed to sit up. Her fingers trembled as she tore open the flap…and then her legs nearly buckled with relief when her new maroon leather-bound passport tumbled into her hand. “Thank the heavens! I thought it would never get here!”
“Finally!” Moira enveloped her in a delighted hug. “It’s about time!”
Three minutes later, Conor’s jubilant shout nearly destroyed her phone’s tiny speaker. Fortunately she’d caught him in his hotel room, not in some noisy late-night bar where his buoyant re
