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“When I look at moments like this, two men in love, reunited against all odds, their feelings so pure, their commitment so deep that they’ll literally cross space-time for each other, all I can really think is: I can’t believe how these two blokes will owe Jordan Hennessy for the rest of their fucking lives.”
For a moment, Hennessy hadn’t known if she’d managed to recover enough of Adam for him to be … right. But then he’d woozily come to and immediately looked for Ronan, so she’d known she’d pulled it off.
Winter was not yet over, but one could tell that it would be over, which is nearly as good.
“What do we do now?” Jordan flung her hand out in the direction of the sky, the wordless gesture for anything.
When he finally woke up for good, he realized he had been happy here, before everything went wrong. His childhood had been a contented one, despite everything. It was a shocking, sun-washed realization to have; he had so thoroughly convinced himself otherwise. He’d told himself his father was hateful, his mother invisible, the Barns dreadful, the dreaming frightful. It had been the only way to bear losing it all. Declan Lynch had become such a liar.
Declan and Ronan embraced without words, an uncomplicated hug, no apologies, no words at all until Ronan said, “I brought you something.” The door opened again to reveal first Adam, and then Jordan. “Pozzi,” she said, and Declan smiled at her with all his teeth, with all his body, hiding his grin from no one.
“Tell them to leave my family alone,” Ronan told Mór. “Or I’ll deliver the next one in person.”
He sat down directly in the middle of the drive with his hand tenderly over his wounded side and, for the first time since Niall had died, he cried. Jordan sat next to him and said nothing so he did not have to cry alone.
On the sixth day, Matthew came home. (Matthew came home. Matthew came home. Matthew came home.)
Declan understood that Bryde had given both his brothers back to him; he understood that Bryde had always been like shallow water, only dangerous to those who couldn’t stand on their own or who already wanted to drown.
On the seventh day, the Lynch brothers discovered they were friends once more.
This is a story about the brothers Lynch. There were three of them, and if you didn’t like one, try another, because the Lynch brother others found too sour or too sweet might be just to your taste. The Lynch brothers, the orphans Lynch. All of them had been made by dreams, one way or another. They were handsome devils, down to the last one.
Declan and Jordan, the least surprising wedding of the decade. Jordan had refused to get married until she sold a painting for five figures, and she said it didn’t count if it was Declan’s name on the check. The honeymoon was a very Declan honeymoon: They were going back to Boston for it, but both had agreed to not work for two days.
Ronan had a way of having doors opened to him (usually with dreamers on the other side of them), and Adam had a way of getting those doors paid for on the corporate credit card.
“You want one of these?” Gansey asked. He gestured with his chin to indicate it. The all of it. The wedding. “Yeah,” said Ronan. “I think so.” “Well, that’s a relief,” Gansey said. “How do you figure?” “I asked Adam and he said the same thing.”
“Let’s go celebrate your brother not marrying an Ashley.
Ronan and Adam lay on their backs on one of the roofs and watched the stars get brighter. Without taking his eyes off the sky, Ronan reached out his hand to Adam to offer him something. It was a ring. Without taking his eyes off the sky, Adam took it and put it on.
