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Sleeping Beauty Gets Released

The surgeon's optimism about Tir's recovery was proven to be warranted when Tir was released from the hospital exactly a week after he'd been admitted. Amidst a crowd of nurses who had gathered to say goodbye to their favorite patient, Peter happily wheeled his lover out to a waiting car that Moragainne had sent to pick them up and take them to her home. The generous offer to have Tir and Peter stay with her would have been impossible to refuse. Peter knew that Tir would feel more relaxed in the warmth of a real home rather than the hotel, and he would have more space for his temporary office. It was an ideal situation. Peter had made his phone calls, and while he'd been disappointed that Inez said she wouldn't be joining them, he did understand that while he thought of her as a mother, the truth was she was Will's mom and her taking a trip to Ireland to be with Peter would upset him. Things were already on shaky ground with Will and Peter didn't want to run the risk of losing him. He was dreading telling him about the engagement, but he knew that it would need to be done.

Once they were settled in the car, Peter put his arm around Tir so his lover could rest against him. "How're you feeling, baby? We can still have an ambulance take you if you don't think you'll be comfortable."

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"It's not the only one." Tir gave a droll wink and an innocent grin.

"He's a cheeky little monkey, Peter. I'm afraid he'll take a good bit of training for polite society." Mora laughed.

Peter gave Tir a loving look as he sat down next to him again. "I'm happy to say I've got that covered."

Tir leaned against Peter with a smile. "That y' have...sir."

Peter put his arm around Tir's shoulders and kissed his temple with a smile.

"Moragainne, I have to thank you again for your generosity," he said to their hostess. "You have a beautiful home."

"I was always told the beauty of a home was best measured by the guests who graced it and this instance I would have to say my home has never been more beautiful, my dears." Mora smiled. "Now you must consider my home as yours for the length of your stay in Ireland and know that if you decide to return, you need only ring me up aforehand and you'll have no need of hotels here. The same goes for my homes in London and Majorca or my estates in Wales or Salisbury, lads."

"That's an impressive list of homes," Peter grinned at their hostess. "I might have to take more vacations."

"Aye well, I proved it is just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one. My first husband was poor as a church mouse and my second was almost as rich as Midas." Mora chuckled. "It's only that finding poor men is much easier."

Peter laughed. "That's so very true," he said, then moved his arms from around Tir so he could start pouring tea for them all. "I was telling Tir that I want to work to earn more money so I can give him the finer things in life."

Knowing they were merely relaxing and visiting with a friend, Tir felt no need to be the silent submissive, observing, but not speaking, so he smiled indulgently at Peter's back as the man leaned forward to pour. "And I' tell y' again, Yank, there's nothin' finer in the world than what I already have...y'self."

"And that's what makes me want to do it even more," Peter said with a smile, handing a cup first to Mora, then to Tir. "I know you'd never expect it from me, and it's another way for me to make you happy."

"Aye and just how am I t' keep up with that?" Tir grinned teasingly as he took his cup and sipped a bit of tea. "Yer settin' the bar pretty high there, luv. I mightn't be able t' reach it."

"You keep up by doing exactly what you're doing," Peter said, relaxing back on the sofa. "That's an order," he added with a wink.

"Yes, sir." Tir answered cheekily, returning Peter's wink and adding a roguish, teasing grin. "Is there aught else y'd have m' do?"

"I don't think I should go into that in front of our beautiful hostess," Peter said, actually blushing a little as he thought about all the things he'd love Tir to do.

"Keep the conversation polite, Tir lad." Mora chuckled. "Or I'll loan Peter my personal playroom once your healed and let him correct your behavior."

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"Yes, ma'am." Tir grinned. "Although a threat like that sounds more like a promise."

"Oh, great, now I'll never get him to behave," Peter said, trying to look serious but only managing to giggle and give Tir a kiss.

"Y'd be surprise what y' can get me t' do, Peter." Tir said with a slight giggle of his own as leaned forward for another kiss.

"You know, that's exactly what I like to hear," Peter said, his eyes full of love as he looked at Tir. The truth was he'd do absolutely anything for this man, and he wasn't exactly sure when Tir had completely taken over his heart this way.

Mora smiled at the two men, remembering what it felt like to be young and that in love as she sipped her tea. "Now, Peter, as much as Tir will want you close to hand while he's recuperating, I have no intention of allowing you to hide away here. Andrew is quite capable of caring for him when you take some time away and is still a member of the nursing registry in good standing. In fact he was one of my late husband's personal care nurses in the last two years of his life, which is how we became acquainted, so I would like to request that occasionally you accompany me to social engagements. I don't have many during the term, as I prefer to keep my schedule light whilst teaching, but there are three coming up in the next month that I believe would benefit you in terms of business contacts. That is if you would like to expand your company's client register to include a few on this side of the pond."

Peter was surprised enough that Mora would want him to escort her to any social event, let alone allow him to set up some possible business contacts. His company might have been small, but he was always looking for a way to make a real name for himself.

"That would be an incredible opportunity," he said his eyes lighting up, "and considering I'm going to be spending so much more time here, having local clients would be a huge boon for me. Plus," he grinned, "how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to spend more time with you?"

"Well, now it may be your first trip to the Auld Sod, but there's no doubt you flatter as well as any Irishman." Mora laughed lightly. "As for opportunity, I know quite a few contacts who could do you a great deal of good, not the least of which is Aeofin More, the Comptroller General of the college, who makes all the disbursement decisions including where the advertisement budget is spent."

"This just keeps gettnig better and better," Peter said, giving Tir an excited look. "You wouldn't mind that I'll be working while we're here, do you, baby?"

"Well one of us has to keep us in tatties and scones, aye?" Tir chuckled. "I think it brilliant, luv. Y'll knock on their arses."

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