Honor Quirk arrives in Ireland excited—and a bit anxious—about meeting up with the estranged family of her late great-grandmother. The welcome from the residents of Robinhill Farm, Dermot and Bryan, is confusing and far from comforting. One is warm, the other aggressive. The outwardly antagonistic Bryan makes it very clear he doesn't want her there, branding her a gold digger.
Dermot, on the other hand, is delighted to meet her.
But Honor is no pushover and stands up to Bryan, letting him know that his bad attitude and trail of baggage have nothing to do with her. Despite their confrontational and hostile relationship, an undeniable attraction to each other creeps insidiously into the house on Robinhill Farm. They both desperately try to stifle the sparks, but living under the same roof makes it impossible. Unable to cope with the turmoil of living with Bryan, Honor runs away, straight into the arms of a charming newfound friend, Sean, who offers her a home—and love.
Shattered, Bryan finally takes control of his irrational belief that all women are evil, and fights to bring back the woman he loves. But is it too late?
Looks like we've got a triangle of three men with one woman in the centre.
So how the hell is this going to work out?
Her hand, holding a spoonful of porridge, was midway from the bowl to her mouth. “Course I am. Surely it’s not just a coincidence.” She hadn’t meant her words to come out all snarky, but they did. She’d grown accustomed to the verbal battles with Bryan, and now it was second nature for her to be ready with a barbed retort even when, on rare occasions such as this, there was no need. “Sorry…I didn’t sleep well.”
She felt foolish and lowered her eyes.
“Ah, I don’t blame ye for hatin’ me. I’ve been a total jerk.” He reached out and placed his hand on hers. “I’ve come here to…apologize. I’m truly sorry for the way I’ve behaved.”
She felt her eyes widen as she looked at him, and something about the tone in his voice made her heart melt—just a fraction—well, maybe just soften slightly. Here he was, her nemesis, her enemy, her cousin who was always so…angry. And he was apologizing? For some ludicrous reason, a surge of affection for this grizzly, difficult man, washed through her.
“No!” He squeezed her hand. “I’ve been bullish and horrible, and here you are still mourning the recent loss of your Nan. I’ve been a right bastard, Honor, and I’m very sorry.”
That was it. Suddenly her eyes misted over, and she blinked, hoping he hadn’t noticed her unbidden show of emotion. The flame of embarrassment heated up her cheeks. For a moment she thought this man before her must be an imposter. It didn’t even sound like Bryan. This man’s voice was warm and—dare she say—kind.
A laugh, one that sounded like a mixture of a blub and a laugh, burst out from her. Shocked, she didn’t know what to say. “OK, whoever you are. What have you done with the real Bryan?”
His face transformed into that of a handsome man, and the smile that lit up his eyes adorned his mouth as he tilted his head slightly to one side. “Indeed, it is I, your ladyship, humbly begging your forgiveness.”