She pouted at him as Killian looked back to Caitlin, his eyes pleading. “Come on, Caitlin; will you?”
Caitlin melted under his gaze. “I’d love to, but I’ll have to run it by my mum.”
“Excellent.” Killian smiled at her.
“Who’s running the course?” Darren asked.
“The yacht club and the outdoor education center; I’m sure the alleged druid himself, Adam DeRís, will be doing some instructing,” Killian replied.
I felt a flicker of interest register on my face. I fought to hide it, but Caitlin didn’t miss a beat. She immediately went to work on my weakness.
“Oh, come on, Meg; it could be fun, and we’d get to miss Friday-afternoon PE for five weeks.”
I groaned inwardly. I was totally witless around water, and here I was being coerced into a sailing course! You know you want to, a voice in my head chirped. One-on-one time with Adam DeRís.
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
“I guess you can count me in too,” Jennifer added, not to be left out.
Caitlin was bouncing up and down. “Come on; let’s get inside.” She looked like she was going to explode.
“We still have ten minutes before class starts,” I said as I ran after her.
“Will you really do the sailing course?” She turned to me.
“I hate water,” I replied, cringing, “but if you need me to …”
“Oh, I do need you. I do,” she said in a gush. “Killian will be there, and he seemed to want me to be there, didn’t he? Maybe it’s time to up the ante on Operation Snag Killian.”
“Operation Snag Killian?” I repeated, laughing.
“Oh, shut up. I nearly have to mop up the drool that pours from your mouth every time Adam comes within ten feet of you.”
“You’d better be nicer to me if you want me to do this sailing course,” I warned.
“Okay. I promise, I won’t mention Adam again!”
“Fine. You’re on.”
“Yay! And to show my appreciation, this weekend I’m going to introduce you to the many delights of the Kinsale Equestrian Center. You’re going to love it,” she declared.
“Your bringing me to the equestrian center wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Killian’s parents own it, would it?”
She raised her eyebrows questioningly. “How did you know that?”
“It’s a small town,” I replied, mimicking her voice. “And Jennifer mentioned it earlier.”
She smiled sheepishly. “Well, there’re some fine animals there … and some great horses too,” she added with a smirk.
“You’re impossible! Come on; let’s get to class and get your head out of rippling muscles and firm hindquarters. And the horses, for that matter.”
She exploded with laughter, and we made our way to class.
That night I ran the sailing course by my dad. He was startled, to say the least, since he knew how much I hated the water. But of course he was delighted.
“This place is good for you,” he said. “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but you’re glowing.” He paused. “Hey, are there boys involved in this sailing course?”
“Dad, it’s not like I go to an all-girls school. Yes, there are boys involved.”
My dad looked a little uncomfortable. “Has anyone caught your eye?”
“I’ve been at school for two days; give me a chance to get settled.”
“I didn’t mean it like that; you’ve just been acting different. I thought there might be an outside influence.”
“No, Dad. No boys.”
He looked back to the TV, where the news was playing softly. “That course is being run through my club, isn’t it?” he asked, without turning to me.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just wondering. I think one of our guys is helping run it. Adam DeRís. He’s the one we ran into yesterday, remember?”
“Yeah, he’s in a few of my classes.”
“You should have heard the stories that Sybil was spinning about his family—all nonsense, of course, but wow, can that woman tell a tale.”
“What did she say?”
Dad leaned forward. “She said that the DeRís land is bewitched. People won’t even walk there. There have been reports of flocks of savage birds that attack if you get too close. And the farmers claim that the crops won’t grow where their land meets the DeRíses’.”
“Did you hear the one about the cat?”
Dad nodded his head and laughed. “Oh, yeah, that was a doozy. Anyway, Adam’s an excellent instructor. You’ll be in safe hands.”
If only I were in those very safe hands right now, I thought, smiling. Oh, God, I was absolutely pathetic.
Later that night I remembered the daisy that Áine had given to me. I threw myself onto my bed, dipped my hand into my bag, and pulled it out. It was as perfect as when Áine gave it to me. I twirled it around in my fingers, inspecting the delicate petals, allowing my mind to wander to the DeRís family. A scratching noise at the window drew my attention, and I saw a big black crow looking in at me. He had a ring of silver feathers around his right eye that made him look like he was winking.
“Shoo,” I said, waving my hand at him. He flew away.
Without giving it any more thought, I placed the daisy on my nightstand and curled up in bed, pulling the quilt tightly around me.
Three
THE EQUESTRIAN CENTER
I also felt myself softening toward the quirky, slow-paced way of life. It was strange to say, but I was even looking forward to school next week. Of course, it helped that I had nothing to really miss from my old life. We’d moved almost every year since my mom died. As soon as the anniversary of her death rolled around, I would notice my dad getting restless. Before I knew it, the bags were packed, the car was loaded, and we were off again to “start over.” Our last “home” was Gloucester, Massachusetts. We’d lasted there longer than most places, but before I dared to hope for a second year in one school, Dad got the Kinsale offer.
My friends in Gloucester were nice, but I had never had a best friend. It was my own fault, I guessed. One thing I learned early was not to form attachments—they only ended in tears. But now that I had a taste of how things could be, I didn’t want to go back to our odd sort of half life. I no longer wanted to feel displaced.
The only blip in my new life was Adam DeRís. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. From my first day at school, he’d occupied my thoughts. His staring and awkwardness combined with my constantly tingling hands made me hyperaware of his presence in school. I ached just to get a glimpse of him.
Saturday was torture. No school, no Adam. I spent most of the day at my desk, trying to catch up on schoolwork. It was three weeks into the school