Ryan's Place - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,70
huge pot of coffee. And I bought a pecan coffee cake from the bakery down the street,” he said.
Ryan felt a sharp stab of pain. “Pecan coffee cake was Mom’s favorite,” he said, suddenly remembering.
Sean nodded. “She baked one for every special occasion—our birthdays, Christmas morning, Easter.”
Ryan sighed. “You still think about that, too?”
“I guess so. I’ve been buying coffee cakes all these years.”
He led the way into the kitchen, then handed a knife to Ryan. “You cut the cake. I’ll pour the coffee. Maggie, have a seat.”
For the next hour Ryan and Sean exchanged news about their lives. When Ryan described his pub, Sean glanced at Maggie. “And that’s where the two of you met?”
She nodded and told about her flat tire on Thanksgiving.
“Now she’s trying to take over the place and run my life,” Ryan said.
Sean laughed. “You don’t sound as if you object all that strenuously.”
“I’m getting used to the idea,” Ryan admitted, giving her hand a squeeze.
“On that note I think I really will leave,” Maggie said. “You two stay right here. I can find my way out.”
Ryan’s gaze caught hers. “Will you be at the pub later?”
Maggie smiled. “Of course. Haven’t you just said I’m taking over? Guess that means I can finally start fiddling with your financial records.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Ryan said with feigned ferocity.
“You don’t scare me,” she retorted over her shoulder.
“Hey, Maggie,” he called. When she stepped back into the kitchen, he met her gaze. “I’m glad you came this morning.”
“Any time you need me, chances are I’ll be around somewhere.”
After she’d gone, Ryan saw his brother studying him.
“So, this thing with you and Maggie is serious?” Sean asked.
“As serious as I’ve ever allowed any relationship to be. I love her.”
“Marriage?”
“It’s looking that way,” he admitted.
“I’m really glad for you. She seems like a great woman.”
“You have no idea,” Ryan said. “What about you? Anybody serious in your life?”
“Afraid not. I have issues, according to the women I’ve dated.”
Ryan laughed. “Yeah, join the club. Maggie didn’t seem to care. She badgered me until the issues didn’t seem so damned important anymore. You’ll find someone like that one of these days. Start dropping by the pub. I’ve got some regulars there who’d probably swoon at the sight of you.”
“I’m not interested in your rejects,” Sean retorted, grinning. “I can find my own women. I just can’t keep ’em.” His expression suddenly sobered. “Have you ever looked for the others?”
“Not until now. You?”
Sean shook his head. “I didn’t think I ever wanted to see any of you again till I heard your voice. Michael’s the one I really wonder about. He was so scared the last time I saw him, and he couldn’t stop crying. He kept trying to run back to me, but they wouldn’t let him. It’s an image I’ve never been able to shake. All these years I kept praying that he adapted, maybe even ended up with an adoptive family. He was still so little, I told myself that he’d forget all about us. Do you think he did?”
“I try not to think about it,” Ryan said tightly.
“Maybe we should think about it,” Sean said. “I know how I’ve felt all this time, as if I was waiting and waiting for someone to come looking for me and pretending it didn’t matter when no one did.”
Ryan was filled with that familiar sense of overwhelming guilt. “I’m sorry, Sean. It should have been me. I should have looked a long time ago.”
His brother shook his head. “No, man, Mom and Dad are the ones who should have looked. Hell, they never should have left in the first place. What were they thinking?”
“I have no idea, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t give a damn.”
Sean blinked at the vehement response. “Really? You honestly don’t care why they did what they did?”
“The point is, they did it. The reason hardly matters.”
Sean let the matter drop. A grin tugged at his lips. “I still can’t believe you have your own pub and it’s only a couple of miles from here.”
“We have great Irish music on Fridays and Saturdays. Will you come by this weekend?”
“Will your Maggie be around to keep me company?” he asked.
“You heard her. She’ll likely be there, but don’t be getting any ideas about her.”
“I didn’t see a ring on her finger,” Sean teased.
Ryan chuckled. “You always did want whatever I had, and most of the time I let you have it. Not this time. Stay away from