The Mighty Quinns: Marcus, Ian & Declan: The Mighty Quinns: Marcus / The Mighty Quinns: Ian / The Mighty Quinns: Declan

Dec grabbed the can of peanuts from Ian. “I was talking about women. We should take a break from women. You know, step back and try to gain a little perspective. We can’t see the feckin’ forest for the trees.”

“What are you saying?” Ian asked.

“He’s saying, in order to understand women, we should give up women,” Marcus translated.

Giving up women would be impossible for Ian. He lived on his charm, able to navigate the most difficult situations with ease. While Marcus had few friends, Ian knew everyone and they loved him. Dec, on the other hand, was more focused. He was the thinker in the family, the one guy who was driven by the need to succeed. Any challenge, whether it was in his professional or personal life, was met with unrelenting resolve.

“We should study them,” Declan suggested. “We’re three relatively clever guys. If we put our heads together, we should be able to figure women out. But you can’t figure them out while you’re sleeping with them, I know that. I’ve been sleeping with them for years and I’m no better off than I was the night I first did it.”

Ian nodded. “The more women I know, the less I understand them.”

Marcus rested his arms across the top of the ladder. “Maybe they’re not the problem. Maybe we are.”

“Speak for yourself,” Dec said. “I know what the hell I’m doing in the sack. No one’s ever complained.”

Marcus shook his head. “I mean with … relationships. Isn’t that what you’re talking about?”

“And what the hell would I do with a relationship?” Dec asked. “I don’t have time for that.”

Marcus chuckled. “I rest my case.”

“He’s right,” Ian said. “We want what everyone else wants. To get married. Start a life. Have a family. Look at our cousins, Uncle Seamus’s boys. There are six of them and they’re all married now.”

“So we’ve got issues,” Dec said defensively.

Ian straightened, as if offended by the comment. “What issues? If I had issues, I’d know about it.”

“Not necessarily,” Dec continued. “I once dated this psychology grad student, and after she heard about our childhood, she said it wasn’t any surprise that I had an attachment disorder. She was right, because after I listened to a few more hours of her psychobabble, I detached her from my life.”

“You have this disorder?” Ian said.

Marcus climbed down the ladder as he spoke. “We all probably do. You gotta admit, after we were separated from the family, the only people we really trusted were each other.”

“What about our cousins?” Ian asked. “They had the same start in life as we did, their da off working the Mighty Quinn and their ma disappearing on them. Did they have this disorder?”

Marcus shrugged. “Maybe. But they obviously overcame it since they’re all married now.”

“Where did you hear about this disorder?” Ian asked Marcus.

Marcus set the bucket of varnish on the workbench and searched for the turpentine to clean the brush. He shrugged. “Sometimes I watch Dr. Phil while I’m eating lunch.”

He dropped the brush into a can of paint thinner then fetched a beer for himself. After sprawling himself in a ragged easy chair across from the sofa, he took a long drink of the cold beer.

“The way I see it, women are like peanuts,” Ian declared, breaking the silence.

Dec laughed. “All right, ya daft wanker, I’ll bite. How are women like peanuts?”

He held up the jar, then tipped some peanuts into his hand and popped them into his mouth. “The first handful is great,” he said as he chewed. “The best thing you ever tasted. But then you keep eating them and eating them and they don’t taste that special. After all, they are just peanuts, right? But then, you don’t have them for a week or two and they’re good again.”

“And by not having them, you understand the nuts? You gain insight into their behavior?” Declan asked.

“It’s not the best metaphor,” Marcus said, jumping into his role as peacemaker between his two older brothers.

“How did we even get on the subject of women?” Ian asked.

Dec grabbed the peanuts and poured a measure into his hand. “Women spend most of their time together talking about men. If we spent more time talking about them, even objectively observing them, we’d be better off. And in order to do that, we need to stop sleeping with them. And stop socializing with them. Everything, full stop.”

“No women? For how long?” The scowl on Ian’s face was enough to tell that he wasn’t in favor of the plan.

“As long as it takes,” Dec said.

“My social life is crap anyway,” Ian finally replied. “Since I moved back to Bonnett Harbor, I can’t sneeze without half the town knitting me a bleedin’ afghan. If I started dating, there’d be all sorts of gossip.”

Dec looked over at Marcus. “What about you?”

“He barely dates as it is,” Ian said. “This shouldn’t be any problem for Marky.”

“I date,” Marcus said. “I just don’t talk about it with you tossers.”

“It shouldn’t be a problem for him,” Dec said. “He’s stuck out in Newport on a boat for the rest of the summer.”

“Just you and your tools?” Ian asked.

Marcus nodded. “Dec got me a job with Trevor Ross.”

Dec held up his hands. “I got you in the door. You got the job.”

Dec had provided security at a number of Ross’s corporate events and parties and also advised his corporate office on a variety of matters. A passing conversation about Ross’s sailing yacht and Marcus’s talents had landed Marcus a new commission and a potential business partner with limitless capital.

“After I showed him my work, we got to talking, and he’s interested in bankrolling the expansion of my business. I’ve got to find a bigger place, where I can build bigger boats. Maybe hire some new workers. Ross could throw a lot of business my way.”

“What’s his boat like?” Ian asked.

A grin curled the corners of Marcus’s mouth. “You should see her. She’s a beauty. Built in 1923. Eighty-foot wood ketch. It’s all set up so you can sail it with a crew of two. He had the cabin completely refurbished but he wants more detailing, so I’m adding some vintage carvings and I’m replicating the original figurehead. I plan to live on the boat while I work. He’s got it anchored off his place on Price’s Neck. I start the day after I put this one in the water,” Marcus said, nodding toward the wooden sloop sitting in the timber cradle.

Ian chuckled, shaking his head. “Now the man has something to say. Sometimes, Marky, I think you prefer boats to women.”

“Back to the deal, then,” Dec said.

“This has become a deal?” Ian asked.

Dec nodded. “We stay away from women. No flirting, no fondling, no nothing. Every week we get together to discuss our observations. After three months, we see where we are.”

“No sex for three months,” Ian stated.

“No women for three months,” Declan said. “Complete celibacy.”

“What about … you know …?” Ian raised his eyebrow and shook his closed fist up and down.