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“It’s fine.” She dropped into her usual chair and ran her finger around a glass of water. “I didn’t mean to be short. It’s complicated.”
“And it’s none of my business, really.”
She smiled. “That, too.”
“Is it the guy from last night?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Didn’t you just acknowledge that it’s none of your business?”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not still curious.”
She gave a nod at the chair across from her, which was usually reserved for guests because it was beside her father. “Sit down if you want.”
He hesitated, then sat. “I really didn’t realize I’d be coming for a family meal. . . .”
“Don’t worry. My mom is a better cook than whoever is running the kitchen at the firehouse tonight.”
Irish smiled. “I’m not worried.”
They fell into silence for a moment.
Hannah was very aware she’d never answered his question.
“Michael isn’t James’s father,” she finally said quietly. “I’ve known him since high school, but we’ve only been dating a few months. Sometimes I wish . . .” She shut her mouth and cut herself off.
“You wish what?”
She glanced at the kitchen door. Her parents still seemed to be engrossed in conversation. She looked at her water glass. She never talked to anyone about these things, but she’d seen a different side of Irish this morning, and it had added a new level of closeness to their relationship. She always felt like an outsider at the firehouse, and now she knew he did too.
“This is going to sound ridiculous, but sometimes I wish he was.”
“You guys are that serious?”
A blush found her cheeks. She hadn’t meant it to come out that way at all. “No. Not really. Maybe. Ah—I don’t know. I didn’t mean—”
“What did you mean?”
Hannah hesitated and wondered how she’d dug herself in so deeply. She sighed. “I mean, Michael would have stepped up.”
“You sound pretty sure about that.”
“I am sure. He’s a good guy, you know?” She paused, surprised by the sudden well of emotion in her chest. “He’s been taking care of his brothers since his parents died. He’s the type of guy who’d do the right thing, no matter what. He’s sacrificed a lot, just for his family.”
Irish frowned. “You know, your dad thinks he had something to do with those fires last night.”
Hannah glared at the doorway to the kitchen and wanted to throw something at it. She didn’t want to upset her mother, so she kept her voice down. “My dad is an ass**le. He’s looking for an easy target. Michael didn’t set those fires any more than you did.”
Irish put his hands up. “I’m just saying. Sometimes it pays to keep your eyes open.”
James came flying into the dining room. “I washed my hands, Mom!”
His sleeves were soaking wet. Hannah couldn’t help but smile. She looped an arm around his waist and pulled him in for a hug. “Good boy. Dinner isn’t ready yet. Do you want to watch YouTube videos on my phone?”
“Yeah!” He took the phone and flopped on the couch in the living room.
Irish watched this exchange. “I don’t think your friend Michael is the only one who knows something about sacrifice.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
