The Mighty Quinns: Kellan Read Free Page A

her lovely breasts, the curve of her hips and the junction of her legs.
    He drew a ragged breath and pulled her against him, rubbing her back with his palms until the friction created warmth. What she really needed was a long, hot bath. But the cottage had only a shower. A bath would require hauling in the old tub that they’d used as kids.
    A sharp knock sounded on the door and a few seconds later, Danny stepped inside followed by Jimmy Finnerty. Dr. Finnerty was the closest thing the town had to a local doctor. He had retired from his practice in Cork three years ago and now lived a quiet life with his wife in his vacation home on the bay, spending his days fishing and only coming out of retirement for the occasional emergency.
    “What have we here?” he asked, setting his bag on the end of the sofa.
    “I found her on the beach,” Kellan said.
    “The beach? What beach?”
    “A little spot I know just up the coast. She was lying in the sand.”
    “Naked?”
    “No, she was dressed. I took her dress off to try to get her warm. I think she’s a bit better. I had her standing. But she hasn’t really opened her eyes.”
    The doctor reached into his bag and pulled out a small vial, then cracked it and held the smelling salts under her nose. She jerked back, then waved her hand in front of her face, moaning softly. “Well, she’s not unconscious. She seems to be under the influence.”
    “Of what?” Danny asked.
    “Pills. Liquor. Can’t say for certain. Why don’t we start with some nice hot coffee and see if that helps.” He glanced over at Kellan. “You say you found her on the beach?”
    Kellan nodded. “She threw up while I was carrying her out to the road.”
    “That’s a positive sign.”
    “Not for me,” he muttered.
    “You don’t suppose she’s a—”
    “A drunk?”
    “No, a mermaid,” Finnerty said with a chuckle. “She could be a mermaid washed up onshore.”
    “Look at her,” Danny said. “She has that look about her.”
    Kellan stared at the woman, frowning. “She looks… I don’t know. Pretty. But she has feet. Don’t mermaids have…fins?”
    “Naw. Not after they come ashore,” Finnerty said as he slipped on a blood pressure cuff. “The skin is so pale and the hair like spun silk. I’ve seen pictures. This is what they look like. Otherworldly. Was she combing her hair when you first saw her?” He looked up. “That’s how they cast their spells, you know.”
    “I don’t believe in mermaids,” Kellan said. “And neither do you two. She was unconscious when I found her.”
    Finnerty listened to her pulse, then removed the cuff. “Well, she’s here. And her vital signs are strong. What are you going to do with her?”
    “I thought you could take her. To hospital, if need be.”
    “She appears to be slightly hypothermic and possibly hungover. Now that she’s getting warm, she’ll probably wake up and be just fine. I expect the best place for her is right here—at least until she’s feeling better. Then you can take her back where you found her.”
    “What? I can’t put her back on that beach.”
    “Well, I’m sure you’ll sort it all out,” Finnerty said as he rose from the sofa. “You’re a smart lad, Kellan. Now, my wife has dinner waiting and I’m late. If you need me, give me a ring and I’ll come back. Danny, let’s be off and leave your brother to nurse this pretty merrow back to health.”
    Danny gave Kellan a shrug and followed the doctor out the door. “Bring me up some soup from the pub,” Kellan called. “And a bottle of whiskey.”
    “No problem,” Danny said. “And I’ll fetch a bushel of kelp and some herring, too.” He was still chuckling as the door slammed behind him.
    Kellan stared down at the woman lying on the sofa. He reached down and brushed the flaxen hair from her eyes, taking in the perfect features of her face. Finnerty was right. She had a look about her, something…extraordinary. “Otherworldly,” he murmured.
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