Would you like to kiss me? Amy asked
At Brendans questioning look, Amy shrugged. I was just curious. I mean, I know you were just trying to warm me up. But since Im almost naked, and youre almost naked and were lying in bed together, its the next logical step, isnt it?
Just the thought of kissing her, of pulling her body against his, pressing her breasts to his chest and cradling her hips in his brought a flood of desire rushing through Brendan. And it would be so easy. Just a pull here, a tug there and there would be nothing between him and Amy but skin.
So much for his self-control, Brendan thought, sitting up and raking his hands through his hair. Would he ever understand her? How could they go from discussing her background to Brendan cursed softly as realization dawned. Amy had wanted to divert his questions about her past. Well, if she wanted a diversion
Leaning back toward her, he braced his hands on either side of her head. So, you want to know if I want to kiss you? he asked innocently.
Amys eyes went wide and she gave him a tiny nod.
I think you deserve an answer, dont you? he said, before bringing his mouth down on hers.
Dear Reader,
Planning and writing a trilogy is always a daunting experience. Throughout the planning of THE MIGHTY QUINNS, I often wondered if Id finish. And now that I have, Im sorry the miniseries is all over. Conor, Dylan and Brendan Quinn have been three of my most intriguing heroes. And when you spend months with men like these, its a little hard to move on to someone else!
THE MIGHTY QUINNS concludes this month with Brendans story. Hes seen whats happened to his two older brothers and hes determined to avoid the same fate. This Quinn is not falling in love! Then he meets Amy Aldrich, a waitress in a waterfront bar, who is so much more than she appears to be. She moves into his life and soon, into his heart. And before he knows it, Brendan is the third Mighty Quinn to succumb to the love of a woman.
For those of you who arent ready for this series to end, I have a surprise for you. In June 2002, a fourth Mighty Quinn book, Reunited, will hit the shelves as a single-title release. If youve been reading carefully, you might already know whats in store. So enjoy Brendans story and watch for Reunited in June. And drop by my new Web site at www.katehoffmann.com for more information on all my books and future releases.
Enjoy,
The Mighty Quinns: Brendan
Kate Hoffmann
www.millsandboon.co.uk
For my little sister, NeeNee
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Prologue
THE MIDSUMMER HEAT shimmered off the pavement of Kilgore Street as Brendan Quinn slowly climbed the front steps of his house, a weatherbeaten two-story in the middle of the block. The screen door hung crookedly from its hinges and all the windows were thrown open allowing even the smallest hint of a breeze to ruffle the old lace curtains. He listened for his brothers and when he didnt hear any voices, he breathed a slow sigh of relief, then wiped a trickle of sweat from his cheek.
Though an occasional thunderstorm would provide a respite from the heat, the six Quinn brothers had taken to sleeping on the rickety back porch of the house, turning necessity into yet another adventure. Last night theyd even started a fire in the backyard and cooked hot dogs and marshmallows on sticks, just as if they were on a real vacation at the Grand Canyon or maybe the Rocky Mountains, rather than in the middle of a sweltering Boston summer.
There were no family vacations for the Quinns. Their father, Seamus, had been out to sea on his swordfishing boat for nearly a month. In a few days, hed arrive back home and stay long enough to get drunk five or six times, gamble away most of the money he had made and reacquaint himself with his sons. Then hed head out again.
Slowly, Brendan lowered himself onto the top step, wincing against the pain as he moved. He didnt want to go inside. After nearly a week of ninety degree days in the South Boston neighborhood, Brendan was sure it would be more pleasant walking into a blast furnace than into the Quinn house. Besides, he didnt want to face the inevitable questionslike how he got the black eye and the bloody nose and the cut lip.
If he was lucky, sixteen-year-old Conor would be at work at a nearby grocery store where he had a job as a bag boy. And Dylan, two years younger, would be washing cars with his buddy Tommy Flanagan over at Tommys house.
But Brendan couldnt be bothered with work. There were too many adventures to be had in the summer, too many places to be seen to be tied down with a regular job. Just last week hed taken the train all the way to New York City and back again, without paying, and the images of skyscrapers still swirled in his mind. The week before, hed hopped a Greyhound bus for the exotic sounding destination of Nova Scotia, making it to the Canadian border before the driver realized he had a stowaway. And in a few weeks, hed take a turn on his fathers swordboat. But today, hed stuck closer to home, wandering through the neighborhood for lack of anyplace better to go.
Someday, Ill have enough money to travel the world, he murmured, staring down at the ragged toe of his tennis shoe. And nothing will keep me here.
A few seconds later, his little brother Liam burst out of the house, the screen door slamming behind him. He stopped cold at the sight of Brendan, his eyes growing wide. What the hell happened to you? he asked.
Geez, Liam, dont you be swearing now. Youre only nine years old and it isnt proper.
Liam spun on his heel and tore back into the house. Con! Con! Come quick. Brendans had the livin crap beat out of him.
Brendan groaned at his little brothers colorful language. Though he, Conor and Dylan tried to maintain some level of discipline with the younger boys, the task was sometimes impossible. Liam reappeared at the door, followed closely by Conor who gave the boy a cuff on the head. Stop your swearin, Liam Quinn, or Ill beat the livin crap out of you.
His older brother stepped out onto the porch, his gaze fixed on Brendans face. Ya look like youve been run over by a truck, boyo.
Con sat down beside him, then began to poke and prod at the scrapes on Brendans face. Besides the split lip and the sore ribs, Brendan felt pretty damn good, though he wasnt keen to dance a jig any time soon.
Who did this to you? Con asked.
Angus Murphy, Brendan said. He and a couple of his goons jumped me just a few blocks from here. Angus Murphyall five feet six, two hundred pounds of himwas well-known to anyone living within a five block radius of Kilgore Street. As the designated neighborhood bully, he had it out for the Quinns. Hed tried to beat up Conor a few years back, but had lost badly. So hed moved on to Dylan and got himself roundly pummeled. Brendan had known sooner or later his number would come up.
I swear, Angus Murphy is the size of a small truck. When I first punched him, my fist just sank into that fat gut of his. Like punchin a pillow and he didnt even blink. But then I got him a good puck in the gob and the fight was on. Surprised him that.
Just tell me one thing, Bren, Dylan said. Does he look worse than you?
Brendan smiled up at his brother whod just emerged from the house with a handful of ice cubes wrapped in an old dishtowel. Dylan handed the ice to Brendan then sat down on the other side of him. A few seconds later, the twins, Brian and Sean, appeared from the backyard, their clothes covered with dirt.
Brendan pressed the ice to his swollen lip. He looked worse than me before the fight. That boy is as ugly as a mud fence. He grimaced. God, I hate fighting.
In truth, Brendan had had his hands full with Angus. Though he didnt give anything away to him in height, Angus was at least seventy pounds heavier. But his weight made him slow on his feet and with every punch thrown, Brendan simply dodged and weaved, suffering a few glancing blows.
I was winnin for sure until I knocked Angus half-senseless. Brendan chuckled. Then he fell on top of me. Like a big tree. And when he hit the ground, I felt the earth shake. I swear I did! Just like that giant, Fomor, in the story of Mighty Odran Quinn.
Liams eyes brightened at the mention of one of the Mighty Quinns. Liam loved the stories. For as long as Brendan could remember, the stories had been part of their lives. Theyd started after his mother had walked out. At the time, Brendan hadnt made the connection, but as he got older he realized that Seamus Quinns tall tales about their mighty Quinn ancestors were nothing but cautionary tales meant to warn his sons about the dangers of love.
After Fiona Quinn had walked out nearly eight years ago, life had never been the same. Though Con and Dylan had memories of her, Brendan had only been four years old. He had vague images of a dark-haired woman who sang songs and made him cookies. He remembered a birthday cake in the shape of a car. And a beautiful necklace she always wore. But beyond that, Brendan had relied on his older brothers for a picture of his mother for there were no mementos of her left in the house.
She was beautiful and affectionate and understanding, all the best qualities magnified a hundred times in their imaginations. Alone at night, he and Con and Dylan used to wonder aloud whether she might still be alive, whether she had miraculously walked away from the auto accident that his father insisted had claimed her life. Brendan liked to believe that she had amnesia and that she was living another life with a new family and that someday she would suddenly remember the boys shed left behind.
God, I hate fightin, Brendan repeated. I mean, what good does it do? Angus will still be a bully. Hell just move on to someone else. He glanced at the twins. Youre next, you know.
Some goms only respond to the sting of a fist or the taste of blood on their lip, Conor said.
If you ask me, Dylan said, someone ought to whack that boy over the head once or twice with a nice thick plank, maybe jangle his brain a bit.
You were like Dermot, Liam said, his eyes filled with awe. Remember Dermot Quinn? How he fought off all those boys from the village.
Brendan reached out and ruffled his little brothers hair. Im not sure I do remember Dermot, he said. Why dont you tell me, Liam. Maybe it will make me feel a little better.
His little brother drew a deep breath and began. Some boys who were jealous of Dermot decided to drown him. They pretended they were swimming and
Thats not where it starts, Sean insisted. It starts when Dermot catches the deer.
Brian shook his head. No, it starts when Dermot is born inside the giant oak tree.
Liam leaned over and braced his elbows on Brendans leg. You tell it, he pleaded. You do it best.
Brendan took a deep breath. Well, Dermot Quinn was raised in the forest by two strong and wise women, one a Druidess and the other a warrior. They raised him after his father was killed by an evil chieftain. Living all that time in the forest, Dermot became a fine hunter. One day, he was walking with the two women and they spotted a herd of deer. I would love to have venison for dinner tonight, the Druidess said. But none of them had brought along a weapon.
Liam sat up and continued. I can catch that deer for you, Dermot cried. And he did. He ran after the herd and he captured a huge buck with his bare hands and wrestled it to the ground.
That he did, Brendan said. And then, the two women told Dermot since he was now a great hunter, he must learn to become a great warrior. So they sent him on a long journey to search for a teacher. Brendan glanced over at Conor who nodded and continued the story, drawing Liams attention away from Brendans bleeding nose.
One day, Dermot passed a group of boys playing a game, Conor said. They invited him to play, but they made him play by himself against five of the boys. Dermot won the game. The next day, they put ten boys against him and still he won. And the next day, all the boys in the village played and he won again. The boys were embarrassed and complained to the chieftain. A vengeful and powerful man, the chieftain told the boys that if they didnt like Dermot, they must kill him.
So the next day, they decided to invite Dermot to swim with them in the lake. They ganged up on him and tried to drown him, but Dermot was strong and in the end, he drowned nine of the boys defending himself. When the chieftain heard this, he suspected that Dermot was the son of his old enemy, a man he murdered many years before. He set out to find Dermot and deal him the same fate.
But Dermot didnt want to fight, Brendan said. He was a peaceful person. So he decided to become a poet, for poets were held in very high esteem in Ireland. The evil chieftain would be unable to harm him if he were a poet. Dermot returned to the forest and found a teacher who lived near a great river. His name was Finney and every day they would talk as Finney fished in the river, hoping to catch a magic salmon who lived in the shallow water.
The fish was charmed, Liam said. And whoever ate the fish would havehave
Knowledge of all things, Brendan completed. Finney was keen to catch this fish. For years he fished and Dermot patiently watched him and one day Finney finally caught the fish. He gave it to Dermot to cook for him, but he warned him that he must not taste the fish for it held powerful magic. Dermot did as he was told but as the fish cooked in a tasty stew, a drop of the stew splashed on Dermots thumb. He cried out and put his thumb in his mouth to cool the pain.
So he did taste the fish, Liam said.
That he did, Brendan replied. And when he served the fish to Finney, he admitted as much. Then you must eat the salmon, his teacher said. And from this fish you will receive a gift so precious to poets the gift of great words. And after that, Dermots poetry became the most beloved in all of Ireland.
Are you going to fight Angus again? Liam asked.
Nope, Brendan replied. I dont like fighting. I think Im going to become a poet like Dermot Quinn. For Dermot proved that words can be as mighty as weapons.
As Brendan sat on the front porch of the house on Kilgore Street, he thought about the Mighty Quinns, all those ancestors that had come before, all those Quinns whod made something of themselves. He wasnt sure how he knew, but Brendan was certain that something special was waiting for him out in the world. But it wouldnt come to him if he stayed here. Hed need to go find it.