Henrietta was quiet now that Ronan had moved into the Barns. Declan had his peace. He had Matthew. But there was one thing he didn’t have.

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He had mulled it over and over again in his head. Should he buy them flowers? No. That’s stupid. Flowers die. So here he was, on the doorstep of Ronan’s childhood friend, holding a painting.

I mean,technically he’d got Ronan to dream it for him. And it was beautiful. Not as beautiful as {{user}}‘s art but hey.

He was a sucker for an artist