Finding Luck Again by Ember Davis

FINLEY
Grandmother’s Irish blessing might be part of my roots, but I lost my luck along the way. I’m not even sure when it happened, but I know nothing has worked to get it back. Nothing has worked in my life for a long time and I’m sick of it.
I don’t know where the inspiration comes from, but something is telling me to go to Ireland in search of my history and the memories of my grandparents. If I find a little luck while I do it, all the better.
I should have known my brother, Duncan, was going to get involved. I can’t say I’m mad at him for sending Doyle to keep an eye on me. I probably need it. Causing an international incident isn’t exactly on my agenda.
I go to Ireland in search of my roots and something, anything, to change the tide of my life. I can’t help but wonder if I was looking for Doyle all along. I’m not sure if I’m lucky enough to keep him, but I hope I am.

DOYLE
When I get a call about an old friend’s sister traveling by herself on some quest of self-discovery, or whatever reason she has for visiting Ireland, I am hesitant to agree to keeping an eye on her. I might grumble about it, but even if I Duncan didn’t owe one, I’d do this for him. How hard could it be?
I should have asked more questions. Finley is a disaster on two legs. I’m a little worried she’ll be the death of me, us, and maybe the whole rock we live on.
The thing is, she’s also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she’s mine. All mine.
She’s looking for her history and some luck; I’ll help her find everything she thinks she wants. I’ll also give her everything she doesn’t realize she needs—a future with me filled with so much joy and love not even a little streak of unluckiness will touch it. I won’t let it.