Much to Darian's satisfaction, the debate about relocation settled on Ireland. It was a city of only 90,000, with more limited opportunities than Vegas held, but he was not so bound to business anymore. The Dealmaker's main points of concern were that it was European and not Scotland. There was only so much he could take. After all, a small but intelligently silent part of him still reeled from knowing he relocated for a woman. Where Bethany was concerned, he had accepted that he would behave out-of-character, for however long their affair lasted.
Yes, though. That was internal acknowledge. When questioned, Darian identified the city's finer points (among which he did not include its reputation as the largest supplier of contact lenses in the world).
Over the centuries, Darian had become a connoisseur of culture and an aficionado of accents. Before long, he spoke in as good as native tongue, quite willing to shed the American flatness for something with more class. And whichever small pieces of Bethany's confidence hadn't been restored in her last year in Las Vegas returned when she went closer to home. While always seeming to be at ease in Las Vegas, Darian's eyes detected differences in her. Perhaps it was an absence of snobbery; There was less occasion for it there.
Darian had gone willingly, and for a while, it was enough. By summer of 2013, however, the winds of his restlessness began to shift.