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“You’re not saying anything,” Kav hissed, furious. “That’s the problem. You’re not telling me shit!”
“I did tell you,” I snarled, losing my cool now. I didn’t have time for this shit. “I told you to ask Shannon!”
“So, you’re what?” His eyes bulged in his head. “You just going to leave her here?” It sure beat the alternative. “For how long?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Yeah, I don’t fucking know,” I snapped, just about done with his bullshit. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s not a problem that she’s here,” Kav was quick to state. “It’s a problem that you’re leaving her here, and I have no goddamn idea of what to tell her.”
“Fine,” I lost my cool and spat out. “Tell my sister that our father called. Tell her that our mother had a miscarriage on Friday night, and he’s on the way home from the hospital with her now.”
Kav had the good grace to flinch. “Shite.”
“You have no fucking idea,” I seethed, shoving past him and stalking down the hallway to swing the front door open. No goddamn clue.
“Do you want me to bring her straight home?” he asked, trailing after me, anger gone now, replaced with awkward sympathy. Fuck him. I didn’t want his sympathy. I didn’t need it either. “Or should I take her to the hospital to see your mother—”
“I want you to hold fucking on to her!” I roared, turning around to face him. “Can you do that, Johnny Kavanagh?” I clutched the front door with a death grip as I met his gaze head-on. “Can you look after my sister for me?” Or have I read you all wrong?
“Yes.” He nodded stiffly. “I can.”
“Good.” I nodded stiffly. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed my phone and held it out to him. “I’ll call you when I can to sort out picking her up. Just…just keep her until I can call you, okay?”
Without a word, he took the phone and added his number to my contacts.
I nodded stiffly and slid it back into my pocket before calling out, “Gussie, I’m leaving now if you want a spin into town for your car.”
“Everything okay?” he asked, head popping around the living room door.
Too fucked up to think straight, I turned around and walked away, feeling like my feet didn’t belong to me, as I somehow managed to trudge across the gravel and collapse into the driver’s seat of Molloy’s car.
“It’s Gibsie.”
I turned to watch him climb into the passenger seat beside me. “What?”
“My name,” he explained, fastening his seatbelt and withdrawing a box of cigarettes from his pocket. “It’s Gibsie, not Gussie.”
“Right, yeah. Gibsie.” I started the engine and tore off down the driveway, gratefully accepting the cigarette he had sparked up and was holding out for me. “Cheers.”
“No worries, lad,” he mused, sparking up a cigarette of his own. “Looked like you needed one.” Shrugging, he added, “It’s only nicotine, I’m afraid.”
“That’ll do.”
“For now,” he joked in a lighthearted tone.
“Yeah,” I bit out as that carnal urge of desperation and need reared its ugly head at the thought. “For now.”
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Little Alpha
AOIFE
Surprisingly, spending time with the younger Lynch boys did wonders to clear the anxiety-weaved cobwebs in my head.
