As Ciarán listened to a story that Hamish was telling, he brushed his hand against Mac’s as he reached for his glass then again as he set it back down, just to prove he was ever aware of her presence. When they touched, he did not look at her, but the corner of his mouth moved just enough for Mac to know he had not touched her by accident. This alone made her heart skip a beat. At some point during the meal, perhaps after his knee gently pressed against hers, she realized she enjoyed the shared secret between them. In fact, she basked not only in the attention he gave her but also in the affection behind it. She could not get enough. Gone were the fears that people were staring. Some still did, but Mac minded it less because her trust in Ciarán was growing. So was her love, and that oversh
