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Authors: Abbie Zanders
Where everyone is:
What happens:
Jan +3 – Lexi gets good report
Feb +3 – Ian’s bachelor party; Ian and Lexi’s wedding
May +3 – special ops assignment
Jun +3 – Michael and Maggie get married
Jul +3 – Nick Milligan starts working at Sean’s garage
Oct +3 – Nicolette Milligan (24) arrives in Pine Ridge
Nov +3 – Michael and Maggie have their first child, son Ryan
Dec +3 – Nicki’s mother dies. Nicki leaves Pine Ridge.
Where everyone is:
What happens:
Feb +4 – Sean proposes to Nicki
May +4 – Ghost Team op, encounter Rebecca for the first time
Aug +4 – Hurricane Lana hits Pine Ridge at the end of the month
Oct +4 – Kane takes Rebecca up to his cabin
Nov +4 – Jake tells Kane that Taryn is expecting their 2
nd
child
Dec +4 – Kane proposes to Rebecca; elope to Las Vegas
Dec +4 – Lexi and Ian have their second child (daughter Kate) around Christmas
Where everyone is:
What happens:
Mar +5 – Kane and Rebecca’s official church wedding
Jun +5 – Jake and Taryn have their second child, son Rory
Jul +5 – Sean and Nicki have their first child, daughter Meghan
Sep +5 – Kane and Rebecca have their first child, daughter Aislinn
Where everyone is:
What happens:
May +6 – Shane guest lectures at the university
May +6 – Taryn is pregnant with 3
rd
child
Jun +6 – Faith (28) and Matt (13) move to Pine Ridge
Jun +6 – Ghost Team op
Aug +6 – Shane and Lacie are married
Nov +6 – Michael and Maggie have their second child, son Colin
Nov +6 – Faith and Matt fly to Georgia (after Thanksgiving)
Dec +6 – Kieran and Faith are married (New Year’s Eve)
Dec +6 – Aidan meets Mary (New Year’s Eve)
Where everyone is:
What happens:
Jan +7 – Jake and Taryn have their 3
rd
child, son Daniel
Mar +7 – Aidan and Mary are married
Dec +7 – Aidan and Mary move into their new home
E
ach male in the Callaghan family sports a tattoo on the left bicep. It is a rite of passage (and a family tradition) to get inked at the age of 18. The Callaghan family crest consists of a jeweled dagger piercing a Celtic knot. In the center is an additional, personalized symbol that identifies their unique abilities.
The Callaghan brides also have the option of adopting the crest of their husbands, adorned with a perfect rose.
Note: You won’t find Kane’s, Jake’s, or Ian’s tats in any of the first eight books.
E
veryone knows the vehicle a man (or woman) drives can provide useful insight into their personalities. The Callaghans are no exception.
S
ome of you wanted to know what is in Brian McCain’s Virgin Slayer. I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to use this McCain family secret recipe only for good, never evil.
WARNING: Use caution. Deceptively sweet, light, and fruity, this one sneaks up on you.
Adjust to personal preference (for me, 1 “part” was approximately ½ oz):
Empty each ingredient into a metal cocktail shaker with 5-6 ice cubes (or crushed ice). Shake until mixed and well-chilled. Pour into a glass and top with a maraschino cherry.
Enjoy (slowly)!
I
close the lid on my notebook computer and lean back in my chair. Nearly everyone is here.
Ian slips a drink in front of me, then joins the rest of his brothers already seated at the table. The Pub isn’t due to open for another hour or so, so we have the place to ourselves and can talk freely. I’m in a position many women dream of, surrounded by all of these wealthy, powerful, deadly men. The air is thick with testosterone, yet I am not afraid, nor am I intimidated. These are my boys.
I look skeptically at the drink, then at Ian’s mischievous grin. “I am not drinking that.”
“Why not?” he asks innocently.
Too
innocently. Even though I know what he’s up to, I find myself still wanting to believe him.
“It’s a Virgin Slayer, isn’t it?” I look over at the bar and sure enough, there’s Brian McCain trying not to snicker and failing miserably. Ian’s grin grows.
“Seriously? I
created
you guys. You can’t pull anything over on me.”
“My bad,” Ian says, but he’s still grinning, so I know I have to stay on my toes. I pull an unopened, frosty Coors Light from my bag. Kane shoots me a look, a mixture of warning and pity, and I realize what I’ve just done: I’ve unintentionally issued a challenge they can’t possibly resist.
“Give it here,” Sean says smoothly, reaching for my beer to open it.
“Not a chance, Slick.” I pull my sleeve down over my palm and twist the top off myself. Not very ladylike, perhaps, but hey, that’s me.
“Glass?” Shane offers, and with a flick of those long fingers, sends one my way across the polished tabletop. It stops beside my laptop in perfect reaching distance. I raise my eyebrow. Like
I
don’t know about Michael’s undetectable (colorless, odorless, tasteless) additive coatings.
Pffft.
“Nice try.” I raise the bottle to my lips and take a sip. My lips don’t immediately go numb and my vision is still clear, so I figure I’m good.
I think I hear Jake snort, but he covers it up by clearing his throat. “So, Abbie. How’s it going?”
“It’s going great,” I tell him truthfully. “They love you. They want more.”
“More?” Michael asks.
“Yeah.”
They look around the table at each other. “Who? You’ve already written a book about each of us.”
“And me,” Aidan chimes in.
“Well, your dad, for one.”
Kieran shakes his head. “Forget it. A Callaghan man has only one
croie
in his lifetime, and mom was it.” Murmurs of agreement ripple down the length of the table.
“Give me some credit, will you? I want to write the story of him and your mother. If he’ll talk to me, that is. Where is he, anyway?”
“Where he always is on this day.”
I think of the date and it hits me. “Oh, right.” It’s Jack and Kathleen’s wedding anniversary. Every year, Jack spends this day at the cemetery. Her grave sits beneath a sprawling maple in the family plot, and her sons put a bench there so that Jack’s visits would be more comfortable. He surrounds her tombstone with dozens of chrysanthemums (Kathleen’s favorite flower) and flips through the most current pics of each of their kids and grandkids on his cell phone, quietly bringing her up to date on each one. My eyes start to tear up just thinking about it. That interview will keep for another day.