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what would they say if they knew she was more familiar with crime than they needed to know?
    “Randall, the moment you get anything that will help Jonathan, I want you to email it to Mr. Hines.” She scribbled down a number. “This is his email address. I don't have his cell, but I can get that from Jamie when he gets back.” She handed him the paper. “Whatever you or your brother's find out that's concrete I'd appreciate you getting it sent to Hines while you're in Ireland. I'll compensate for any travel or expenses.”
    “This is Kenya, the straight shooting business woman, I know from the office,” Randall said singing her praises.
    Fiona sent Randall a sexy smile that he returned. It nearly knocked Kenya out to see Fiona blush. Randall must have put it on her, more than once already.
    “Kenya, Randall, and I have made great contacts in Nigeria. They're open to booking the Inn for future tours and pushing the West end of Ireland as a cruise destination.”
    If she’d only seen this Fiona in the woods she wouldn’t have wanted to strangle her until her eyes bulged.
    “Fiona, when did you meet Randall?”
    Fiona gave her a sullen smile. “It’s understandable, ye having suspicions about me intentions. We met in the parking lot when the kids were loaded onto the bus. I went to speak with Jonathan and met Randall. We spoke after Jonathan walked away and when I discovered he was a businessman from Nigeria, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to build a relationship with someone on the inside that could send tourists our way. We swapped numbers after that.” Fiona ran her fingers through the long black tresses. Yeah, she's dipped her toe into the chocolate sauna.
    “So why didn't you tell me that in the pub at the table, instead of that display that nearly got you bitch slapped?”
    Julia took a step forward, her fingers curling into a fist the closer she got to Fiona. Both women stood straight, backs locked tight. “What happened in the pub? Tell me you didn't front on my best friend.”
    Voices rose in the room under mutters and urgent pleas to remember they were in a hospital.
    “It's okay, Julia. We got everything straightened out.”
    Fiona spared a quick look to Kenya and smiled. “Oy, ya gained major points with me, Kenya, when ye slapped the coins on the table and walked away.”
    “Coins?” Sophie asked darting her gaze from the two of them.
    “Me new cousin here thanked me for my two cents then set two pennies next to me ale and told me, standing over me, to stay out of her way.”
    Julia chuckled. “You'll learn, Fiona, once Kenya gets irritated with you, she'll walk away and leave you talking to the air looking like a crazy person.” Julia said her hazel eyes glittering under the florescent lights. “Believe me you'd rather she walk away than physically hit you. She's a nature girl under the sleek suits and polished hair.”
    “I was already fired-up from arguing with Jonathan in the stables. Fiona caught me without my nice girl dialog filter switched on.”
    “I would not have thought Kenya to be a fighter until the fight with Morgan out in the field,” Sophie said.
    “They don't know do they, Kenya?”
    Kenya shook her head. They needed to know the real Kenya.
    “Sophie there's a lot about me I don't roll out on front street. I got into fights at school a lot as a young girl. You build up a lot of anger when your siblings treat you as if you don’t belong.” Wow, that was even bitter to say. “If I can walk away from a violent situation it's best I do. Although I’m not blood related to my father, Marcus, I’ve seen the violent lifestyle he walked away from and not all his family did. My favorite Aunt's husband is in prison for life. He's also my father's brother. My biggest fear is I'll never see Jonathan again. That's my inner demon on loving your son. But I've accepted I can't choose the past of the man I love. They say you gravitate toward the man most like your father. My