Mari Zambrano wanted to run O'Farrell's Pub since she was big enough to climb onto one of the stools, and since her mother retired, and left her the taps, she's killing it. It's become the hang-out place for her friends and even some of her grandfather's crew still drop in for a pint. She loves the smell of hops, the shiny wood floor, the grand mahogany bar that was built during the nineteen-twenties but most of all, she loves her customers. As long as she can serve up her ales and play the fiddle whenever she likes, her soul will always be home.
Deaglan Byrne has been looking for a pub to buy since returning from Ireland. He's crisscrossed the east coast, tipping a pint whenever he could, wanting to find the place where he belongs. When he walks into O'Farrell's, he finds everything he's been looking for--a rich history, authenticity, a gleaming bar, warm atmosphere, and a sweet, magical presence. On the night Mari picks up her fiddle he knows the pub is all of these things because of the woman who runs it.
She thinks he's here to learn how to run a successful Irish pub, but he's actually in the market to buy O'Farrell's, and the legacy that goes with it. As they work together to uncover her past, he lends a hand, unpacking the memorabilia that's been stored away in the former speakeasy. With her face aglow, and her pride in her ancestors obvious, Deaglan gleans exactly what he'd be taking away if he goes ahead with his scheme. Will he walk away or put together a plan that gives them both what they need?
It just might be each other.