Bébhinn took a sip of her lemon water before leaning her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her linked fingers. “If you insist on playing dumb, I can fill you in.”
Taking a sip of her own drink, she waved a hand in Bébhinn’s direction. “Be my guest. Please.”
“Gladly. Blair learned from her mother, who learned from your uncle Coll, and Gray learned from her mother, who learned from her husband, and I learned from my mother, who learned from Catriona, Josephine, and your mother, Mags, that a possible psychopath who’s been locked up for over fifteen years may or may not have it out for your sister, and may or may not be coming for you as well since she might have been sighted in Dublin.”
“And you didn’t bother to text or call your best friends with that information,” Gray finished.
Mags had the good grace to wince in apology. “In my defense, it literally just happened last night. I knew we were meeting today and planned to tell you all about it. I momentarily forgot how our families share information at the speed of light,” she defended.
“We know,” Gray grinned. “We just wanted to give you shit but damn, that is one wackadoo lady. Blair’s dad and my dad were there the night that the police arrested her all those years ago. It’s pretty wild.”
“I know, right. Normally, I would blow it off because it just seems too weird to be a serious issue, but Mirren was upset, and it takes a lot to shake my sister. I promised to be careful, but decided not to put too much of my brainpower into it. With Uncle Coll and your dad, Gray, I know they’ll figure out where she’s hiding sooner than later.”
“I looked up the newspaper article from the time of the lady’s arrest. Mirren was managing your brother-in-law and his sister’s exhibits. Crazy shit,” Bébhinn said, shivering.
Blair, silent up until then, signed, “Now that we’ve addressed the psycho on the loose, can we discuss why I was a witness to Jonathan’s tongue having explicit sex with your throat outside?”
Fire, hot and swift, enveloped Mags’ skin from head to toe. “I was going to tell you about that too!” she defended. “It’s…new.”
“Blair said it didn’t look like your first or even your hundredth kiss,” Bébhinn said, tapping the top of Mags’ icy glass.
“Give us the details, or we’re calling Jonathan,” Gray threatened.
“Jesus, fine, you weirdos. Last night wasn’t our first night messing around, but it was our first sleepover, and the first time we had sex.”
“Yes!” Gray laughed, her eyes sparkling in approval.
“Hallelujah!” Bébhinn clapped her hands in excitement.
“About fucking time,” Blair swore, grinning ear to ear. “More importantly, was he as good as his reputation makes him out to be?”
Where her best friends were concerned, Mags never held back the details of her sex life. They all knew about Rory and had even met him on occasion.
“Beyond,” Mags answered Blair’s question while grinning and patting her hot cheeks. “I was adamant that I wanted to go slow. I told him I would give us a try, butslowly. “And then he took his shirt off,” she said, and shrugged.
The table erupted in laughter. They decided on sharing appetizers instead of ordering full meals, and Gray slipped away to give her father-in-law the order. When she joined them again, she said, “Just so you know, it doesn’t get any better. Ciar takes his shirt off, and my panties hit the floor.
“That man’s body,” she closed her eyes and sighed, “is an addiction.”
Blair covered her face with both hands before signing, “Please tell me you two are using protection. None of us is ready for a third baby from you guys yet.”
Gray’s amusement fizzed from her as she shook her head dramatically. “Birth control pills. No exception. We decided to wait a few years to see if we were definitely done making babies, and if our minds don’t change, Ciar said he’d get snipped.”
“Two is a lovely number. A boy and a girl is pretty perfect. I can’t wait to find out what Dagr and I have cooking.” Bébhinn said, smiling softly while she rubbed the slight swell of her belly. “But yeah, I’m still completely distracted by Dagr. Christ, his ass,” she giggled. “Chef’s kiss.”
Another round of laughter erupted when Bébhinn started blowing kisses. “You know,” Mags began, growing serious, “it isn’t just the sex or his body or his handsome face, despite the tension between Jon and me in the past, there was always a level of…closeness, I guess. His girlfriends hurt me, but I could never let the idea of us go.”
“Did he go all caveman on you and demand to know about past lovers? Ciar was relentless,” Gray shared.
Mags chuckled. “I think he truly thought he’d be taking my virginity. Don’t get me wrong, I wish it had been him, but with the hell he’s put me through with his revolving door of women, he can hardly blame me.”
“I would damn well hope not!” Bébhinn slapped the table for emphasis.
“You and Dagr kind of ripped the band aids off at the start. I still can’t believe you each had to deal with an ex on one of your first official dates. Still, it took all the dramatics out of it,” Blair offered.
“Agreed. It was a horror show when Ciar came face to face with Cannon. Humiliating doesn’t begin to describe the horror of that lunch, which I still blame you for, Mags.” Gray glared at her friend across the table.
“I did you a favor, and you know it,” Mags laughed. “Jonathan did try to subtly ask about my sex life. Ridiculous! As if we all haven’t had front row seats to his one-night stands for years!”
