Chapter 8: Chocolate Candy Clusters…with ToffeeSummer was slowly drawing to a close. The leaves on the maples and oaks were changing color, and in the evening, there was the hint of a nip in the air. Siobhan loved this time of year, and this year even more so.
She watched as her grandson bounded into the house, opened the fridge, and took out the pitcher of lemonade. “Would you believe I met him last year at Doyle’s Coffee Shoppe?” he asked as he poured three glasses and handed her one.
“Really, mo chroí?” She couldn’t remember seeing him happier, and according to him, even those first days with Jordan couldn’t compare with the time he’d spent with Murphy Doyle. Connor would come to stay at her cottage, and Murphy would drive over for dinner. On the weekend, they’d go swimming in the ear
