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“Before last night,” he replied gruffly. “Before I opened my ears and actually listened for a change.”
“So, boys can listen,” I mused, readjusting the waistband of his boxers he’d clearly dressed me in last night. “I thought that was just a myth.”
“I heard you, Aoife.” Reaching for my hand, he pulled me close. “And I meant what I said about trusting you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded slowly. “This is my world. It’s fucking horrible, but I’m willing to show you, if you’re willing to stay.”
“Always, Joe,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Always.”
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Braless beneath his white T-shirt, and with only his black boxers to cover my ass, I piled my hair into a makeshift bun on top of my head and trailed downstairs with Joey, too hungover to care that I looked like something the cat dragged in.
“Joey,” his mother said from her usual perch at the table. Her gaze flicked to me and I felt a sudden shift in her mood. “Aoife.”
“Morning.” Joey walked us over to the kettle, keeping my back pressed to his front as he set to work making coffee.
The need to conceal his hard-on that was digging into my back was no doubt the reason for keeping me close.
“The two of you woke half the house up last night, making all that racket when you came in.”
“Hi, Marie,” I replied, offering her a smile, even though she did not look happy to see me. “Sorry about that.”
“Yeah,” Joey called over his shoulder, while poking me in the ribs. “She’ll puke quieter next time.”
“Asshole,” I grumbled under my breath, trying and failing to stamp on his foot with my heel because the asshole had the reflexes of a cat.
“Oh,” his mother said, watching us warily from her perch. “When you didn’t bring Aoife around over Christmas, I thought you two might have gone your separate ways.”
No such luck, bitch.
“I’m afraid I’m here to stay.” I gave her an extra-wide smile as I spooned sugar into my mug. “Coffee?”
“No. Thank you.” She turned her attention to her son. “I’ve agreed to take on Betty Murphy’s cleaning shift at the hospital this afternoon. You’ll be here to watch Sean, won’t you?”
“No.”
“No?” Confusion filled her blue eyes. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no.” Stepping around me now that his morning wood was under control, Joey moved for the fridge and grabbed the milk. “I have plans.”
“What plans?”
“Just plans, Mam,” Joey replied, pouring a dollop of milk into both of our mugs.
“With who?”
“With Aoife,” he said, winking when he handed me the mug.
My heart thudded in victory.
“Can you change your plans?” his mother pressed. “I already told Betty that I would cover her shift.”
“No, I can’t,” Joey replied slowly. “Sunday is my only day off, and I’m spending it with my girlfriend.”
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Giving her a sweetly smug fuck-you smile, I leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek.
