Chapter Twenty-Five
Warner
It took several months for the purchase of the castle to go through, but the paperwork was finally done, and I was on my way to it—at last. Six months had passed since I’d last seen Orla.
I rented a car and drove the fifty miles from the airport to Kenmare. Driving on the wrong side of the road wasn’t nearly as hard as I had thought it would be. But the only cars they had at the rental agency were tiny. I felt like a clown in a minuscule car after driving tall trucks for most of my adult life.
I’d almost called Orla with my big news but decided not to. I wanted to see her face when she saw me. I had made one call, though—to the bar where she worked. I had to make sure what time she’d be there so I could surprise her.
Even if she had gotten herself a boyfrien
