Hold Me Close

Hold Me Close

by Shannyn Schroeder
Hold Me Close

Hold Me Close

by Shannyn Schroeder

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Overview

After more than a year in Ireland, Maggie O'Leary is finally coming back to Chicago with a plan for her future. Confronting the tragedy that destroyed her is her first step. But to do that, she needs to work in her family's bar--something her family doesn't want. Luckily, her best friend, Shane Callahan, is her biggest support--and lovable in a way she doesn’t remember.


Determined to protect Maggie, Shane refuses to leave the bar when she's working late. And when Maggie boldly tells him that she wants him to help her conquer her final fear—sex—Shane knows a single night together won't be possible. The idea of a spirited Maggie in his bed is everything, but will she believe he wants her heart too?


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781950640041
Publisher: Shannyn Schroeder
Publication date: 05/17/2019
Series: O'Learys , #6
Pages: 344
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.77(d)

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Hold Me Close

The O'Learys


By SHANNYN SCHROEDER

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Shannyn Schroeder
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-60183-332-7


CHAPTER 1

Shane Callahan drove the loop around O'Hare again. He could've parked in the cell phone lot, or if he'd been smart he would've waited for Maggie to call him when she landed. But excitement overtook him. She was coming home.

Finally. For good.

He stayed in the left lane, moving like a snail, hoping he'd see Maggie emerge from the airport. Instead, another cab cut him off. He bypassed the terminals and curved left for another trip around. His cell phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw the message from Maggie.


I'm here! Have my luggage. Be out in a few minutes.


His heart raced. He took a slow breath. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning. At least the weather made that believable. The city had been hit with another snowstorm last night. The nasty weather made February feel like the longest month instead of the shortest.

Shane shifted into the center lane until he pulled up at the international terminal. Maggie stood at the curb, stomping her feet. Her short jacket barely met her waist. And she had no gloves. Her cheeks were pink as the wind whipped her hair around.

She was a sight for sore eyes.

He stopped the truck and had nearly forgotten to put it in park before opening his door. His big smile stretched his cheeks in a way they hadn't been in forever. He rounded the back of the truck, and Maggie ran and jumped at him.

His first thought was that she'd lost weight again. She was nothing in his arms. But as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he breathed in her scent, he couldn't think of anything but Maggie. She was home.

"It's so good to see you," she said, muffled against his shoulder.

Even though he didn't want to, he released her and set her back on the curb. Looking at the suitcase at her feet, he asked, "Is that all you have?"

"Yeah. I shipped back boxes that'll arrive in a few days. I hope. I didn't want to worry about customs. I just wanted to get home."

He grabbed the suitcase and put it on the narrow backseat of the truck and offered Maggie a hand to step up into the vehicle. "Everything okay with your mom?"

"Yeah, I guess. Not that I would take her word for it. Ryan said the doctor has said she's doing well, and as long as she continues to eat right and take her meds, she can bounce back from the heart attack."

He closed her door and got behind the wheel.

"I wanted to be back here weeks ago, but I felt bad for my boss. I didn't want to leave him with no help, and then there was all the packing. I didn't realize how much stuff I'd accumulated over the last year and a half."

She rubbed her hands together in front of the vent, so he turned the heater up full blast.

"Not that I'm complaining about you finally coming home, but are you here just because of your mom?" He flicked a glance in her direction when she didn't answer.

"Not really," she finally said. "I mean, that was a big thing. But as much as I loved traveling and meeting new people, it started to feel like I was still running away."

As Shane pulled out of the airport and onto the Kennedy Expressway, he smiled at the snarl of traffic. Rush hour would give him more time alone with Maggie. Her family would occupy her every minute as soon as they found out she was home.

"Running from what?"

"Everything." She turned the heater down. "I need to get my life back."

An uneasy sensation pricked the back of his neck. Whenever Maggie spoke with that kind of conviction, it usually meant she planned to do something other people wouldn't like. "How do you mean?"

She stared out the passenger window. "Let's stop for some coffee."

Shane made his way to the right lane and the nearest exit. He got off at Harlem and drove down the street until he came to the mall. Slush coated the street and mountains of snow were piled on the curbs. Shane pulled into the parking lot and found a spot.

Maggie jumped from the truck and didn't wait for him as she headed into the mall, her hands tucked tightly into her jacket pockets. Her hair was longer than he remembered. The dark strands flowed behind her. He smelled perfume in her wake as he caught up with her.

The mall wasn't crowded, and they found a coffee shop, ordered, and sat at a small table. Shane draped his jacket over the back of his chair, but Maggie kept hers on. The girl was always cold.

"Spill it, Magpie."

Her gaze shot up to meet his at the use of her nickname. Although her siblings had given her the name because she'd been so loud as a kid, he knew she'd become quieter over the last few years.

"When I left Chicago, Ryan was pissed. He accused me of running away."

"Big brothers can be like that." He'd lock his sisters up if they even thought about running halfway around the world alone.

"But he thought I was running from him. You know how he is. And in my mind, that might've been it too. But after traveling around and settling in with my cousins, I realized I was still missing out on life." She sipped her coffee. "Ever since Todd ..." She paused, and Shane knew she did it to gather her strength because she hated talking about him.

Shane reached out and held her hand.

"He took so much from me, Shane. It's been almost five years since he raped me, and I've never stepped back in O'Leary's. It's my family's bar. I grew up there, and he took that from me. And my first apartment. I'm supposed to have great memories about my first apartment, but that's ruined."

"I know," he whispered. Guilt tugged at him.

Her fingers tightened on his. "I'm taking it all back."

"How?"

"I'm going to talk to Ryan and start working at the bar. And if there's an apartment available above the bar, I'm going to move in there."

Shane's lungs froze. Yeah, it had been nearly five years, but he remembered all the times where something would trigger a bad reaction in Maggie. She couldn't go some places or see things or smell things without falling apart. She had good reason to have stayed away from O'Leary's. No one expected her to go back.

He forced oxygen into his body. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Something needs to happen. I'm better, Shane. I really am, but I'm still not myself."

He stroked his thumb along her knuckles. There was a time that even this small contact had been too much for her. She was better. He saw it all the time. But still. "Have you talked to Dr. Janzen about this?"

Maggie sipped her coffee again and shook her head. "I have an appointment later this week."

Great. So she dumped this on him before her family, before her therapist. How the fuck was he supposed to know what to say?

"Rushing into something like this isn't a good idea. You need to think about it and talk to Dr. Janzen. She's always steered you right."

"I'm not rushing. I've been thinking about it for a long time. I miss being part of the family business. Everyone tiptoes around me when it comes to the bar. They're all still afraid to even talk about the business in front of me. It's ridiculous."

"But living above the bar?"

"I don't want to live with my mom forever."

He could definitely sympathize with that idea. "I'm looking for a new place too. Why don't we go rent something together?"

"What happened with Joe?"

"His brother needs an apartment, so Joe asked me to move out."

"That sucks."

"So what do you say?"

She bit down on her bottom lip. "I need to live above O'Leary's. To know that I can."

Thoughts raced through his mind. "At least wait to talk to Ryan until after you see Dr. Janzen."

"She won't change my mind."

He already knew that. But it would buy him some time. "She'll talk to you about how to approach it, though."

Maggie nodded and smiled.

The knot of tension in his neck and the flurry of thoughts in his head disappeared. He'd seen her smile every time they Face Timed or Skyped, but nothing could compare to the real thing.

"That's why I wanted to see you before I told my family I was coming home. I knew I could count on you to listen and not tell me I'm dumb."

"You're never dumb."

"Yeah, well, sometimes I do dumb things. And my family likes to point it out to me all the time." She finished her coffee, and he realized he hadn't even touched his.

He wanted to talk her out of this. It was a bad idea and had a ton of potential to set her back. He couldn't bear to see her go back. He couldn't imagine not seeing her gorgeous smile again.

"Thanks for the coffee. I think I'm ready to see my family now." She stood, breaking contact with him.

When he stood, she wrapped her arms around his waist and settled her head on his chest.

"I'm glad you came to pick me up. I needed this."

"Me too." He'd missed her something fierce over the months.

* * *

Maggie stared out the window as Shane took streets through the city to get her to her mom's house. Asking him to pick her up had been a good choice. She could've asked Moira, but her sister would try to talk her out of her plan. Shane was the best listener she'd ever known. He'd proven it again today. The guy even remembered the name of her therapist. Who did that?

Shane. Always Shane. He'd been there for her through the good and the really, really bad. Even when it was hard, and she'd tried to push him away because she didn't think she could be around any guy after being raped, he stayed. Not in an obnoxious I know what's best for you way, but an I care about you way. Without him, she probably never would have had the guts to travel.

After he pulled up in front of her mom's house, he put the truck in park but didn't turn off the ignition.

"Coming in?"

He let out a small chuckle. "You decided to come home without telling your family. Then you had me pick you up from the airport. They're going to have plenty to say, and I don't want to be caught in the crossfire. I think I'll head home."

"Chicken."

"Smart."

"Whatever." She yanked on the handle and jumped from the cab.

Shane met her and grabbed her suitcase. After setting it on the curb at her feet, he held her hand. "I'm glad you're finally home."

"You're gonna get sick of me."

"Never." He slammed the door. "Give me a call if you want to get together later."

"My family will probably fill my night. And then some. I'll call when I need to escape." She hefted the bag and stared at the front door. Although she knew Shane had gotten back behind the wheel, the truck didn't move.

Of course he'd wait for her to go inside. She waved at Shane and walked up the steps. The last time she'd made this trip, she entered a living room filled with her siblings all crying. Their mother had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. The whole episode made Maggie realize how much she was missing. Not just for herself, but with her family.

As the youngest, she'd always been able to count on having her family there. It had never occurred to her that at some point they might not be. She turned the knob on the door and found resistance. She fished out her keys and let herself in.

With the door closed at her back she paused and took a slow inhale. No dinner smells. And quiet. She couldn't remember a time when home was quiet.

"Mom?" she called, hoping her mom was there.

"What? Who is it?"

A relieved sigh joined the smile on her face. "It's me, Maggie."

She turned the corner and walked through the living room and dining room. Her mother stood at the door to the kitchen. The teacup in her hand shook. Maybe a surprise homecoming wasn't the best idea.

"What's wrong?" Eileen asked.

"Nothing. I'm home. For good."

Her mom set her tea on the table. "When did this come about? And without so much as a phone call."

Maggie hugged her mom and breathed in the scents of Jean Naté cologne and Estée Lauder makeup. Mom gave her a quick pat on the back.

"How do you feel?" she asked Eileen.

"Fine. Same as I have been every time you've asked. I've had enough of the coddling." She took up her cup again and sipped before sitting at the dining room table.

Yeah, Mom was back to herself. Even with regular reports from her siblings about Mom being fine, nothing could replace experiencing it. She sat adjacent to Eileen. "Is it okay if I move back in for a while? It'll only be for a little bit until I figure out what I'm doing next."

"Of course. I have this big house all to myself."

"Thanks."

Her mom stared at her with narrowed eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you home?"

"It was time."

"Psh. You came back because of my trip to the doctor."

"That was part of it. I'm worried about you, Mom."

"I told you, no need." She pressed her lips so tightly, the pink line of lipstick disappeared.

"I needed to come home. I had a great time in Ireland, but it's time to move on. I need to start making a life for myself. Figure out who I am and what I want."

Her mother gave her one sharp nod in response.

"I'm going to go unpack."

"I'll make dinner."

Maggie tried not to roll her eyes. She knew her mom would be on the phone as soon as Maggie's foot hit the bottom step to go up to her old bedroom. "Can you tell them to give me a day before they descend?"

Her mom didn't answer, and Maggie knew she didn't have a chance. She lugged her suitcase upstairs and stood in the middle of her bedroom, the same bedroom she'd shared with Moira for years. Many of her things were still there, but there was no sign of Moira.

She tossed her bag on the bed and sat beside it. Would she want to live alone? Sure, she'd done it briefly. But even that hadn't been really living alone. She'd lived in an apartment above the bar. Her brothers worked downstairs. She always had family around.

Was that a good thing? Or bad? She made a mental note to add that to the list of questions to talk to Dr. Janzen about. She got up and started putting away her clothes. Everything was exactly where she'd left it. It was as if no one had stepped foot in the room since she left a year and half ago.

As much as things didn't change here, so many others had. At Christmas, she'd been surrounded by her brothers and sister who had all fallen in love. She felt as if she'd missed out on something. It felt like waking from a dream, feeling like she was the same person but she'd time traveled. Everyone else was different.

It was another reason she was glad she'd seen Shane first. He was the same old Shane he'd always been. She liked being able to count on some things.

Just like when she heard a loud noise downstairs, she knew her big sister had come over. Knowing Moira, she beat everyone else there. Moments later, pounding on steps let her know Moira was too impatient to wait for her to come down.

"Maggie!" she screamed from the doorway. She squeezed her in a tight hug. When she let go, Moira tried for an angry look, but Maggie wasn't buying it. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming home?"

"Because I didn't want anyone making a big deal out of it."

Moira crossed her arms, which pushed her big boobs up, emphasizing them even more. Maggie wished she had a little more in that department. Moira had gotten more than her fair share. "So why are you home?"

"Why is everyone so suspicious? I've been gone for over a year. I figured you'd all be happy I came back."

"We are. But you always seemed happy when we talked. Did something happen?"

"No. Except Mom having a heart attack. That was a wake-up call. She's not going to be here forever." Maggie paused and debated how much she should tell Moira.

Moira threw her arms around Maggie again. "I'm so glad you're home. I missed you and I don't really care why you decided to come back as long as you're happy."

"I'm getting there. I'm at least trying."

"I'm here if you want to talk."

"Not yet. But soon." Maggie pulled away. "So how long do I have until everyone else shows up?"

Moira wrinkled up her nose. "Ryan and Quinn are on their way. So are Colin and Liam."

Maggie rolled her eyes. So much for having a day.

Moira nudged her shoulder. "At least Michael's on at the fire house, so he won't be coming."

"Whatever. You know this means Mom's cooking for everyone. You can do the dishes."

Hooking her arm though Maggie's, Moira turned them toward the stairs. "Only if you help."

As much as she wanted to be irritated, Maggie couldn't be. It felt too good to be home. Knowing that it was real, not just a brief holiday visit, but really digging back in at home with her family was nice. Traveling had been a great adventure, but it couldn't top the stability of her family.


(Continues...)

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