Chapter One
“WELCOME TO O’LEARY’S PUB. What can I get you?” The greeting rolled off Kennedy Reynolds’ tongue as she continued to work the taps with deft hands.
The man on the other side of the long, polished bar gaped at her. “You’re American.”
Kennedy topped off the pint of Harp and slid it expertly into a patron’s waiting hand. “So are you.” She injected the lilt of Ireland into her voice instead of the faint twang of East Tennessee. “You’d be expectin’ somethin’ more along these lines, I’d wager. So what’ll it be for a strapping Yank like yourself?”
The guy only blinked at her.
So she wasn’t exactly typical of County Kerry, Ireland. Her sisters would be the first to say she wasn’t exactly typical of anyone, anywhere. It didn’t bother her. But there was a line stacking up behind thi
