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It made me happy to see though, so I didn’t comment on it. If I did, he’d probably stop doing it.
Damn teenagers.
Without saying a word because he was typing away on his laptop, and I didn’t want to disturb him, I headed for the fridge, peered inside, and decided there wasn’t enough to feed an extra mouth. Nor could I be bothered with dealing with the dishes, so I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through the options.
“Want Korean tonight, Shay?” I asked when he’d stopped typing.
He hummed. “No. Pho?”
I hummed back as I sank into my seat and made my selection. When I heard mumbling in the hall, I decided Conor had arrived and Declan was telling him why entering another territory for dessert when the Five Points was at war was a bad idea.
Cue eye roll.
Like he needed to be told.
Conor was one of the smartest bastards I knew. Whatever he did, he did it for a reason, which told me if he’d been on Italian turf, then it was for a purpose.
Though I was curious, curiosity wasn’t something that could be nurtured in the life. I’d never get any answers to the ins and outs of their business, and to be frank, I didn’t want to know either.
Mostly, I just wanted to make sure that we were all safe.
That was the extent of the shit I needed to know.
As the guys walked in, Declan heading over to the fridge to grab some drinks, I presumed, I asked, “I’m ordering pho for Shay and me. Want some? Or do you want something else?”
“Pho?” Conor echoed, nose crinkled.
My lips twitched. “Yeah. Pho. You still only eating Irish, boys? There’s far more to this world than just stew and potatoes.”
Declan caught my eye over Seamus’s head, and though he didn’t have to say a word, I felt his heat, his intensity in that narrow-eyed stare as he silently told meeating Irishwas the best andonlydish on his personal menu.
Sigh.
I couldn’t wait for him to go down on me again.
“Be still my heart,” Conor was teasing, drawing me from thoughts of oral sex and my man. For shame. “You mean there are more staples out there?”
His gasp had me laughing even though Dec had just reduced me to a melting hot pot of hormones. “Shock shock, horror horror, no?”
His eyes were twinkling, but he grumbled, “I wanted a home-cooked meal.”
“If you wanted that, then you should have probably stayed at home,” Shay retorted, making me laugh. “That’s where you tend to find that kind of thing.”
Conor groused, “Hey, I thought we had an understanding. I’m the cool uncle. That means you have to be nice to me.”
Shay snorted. “Yeah, that might have worked when I was five.”
“How old are you now?”
“Not five.”
I laughed at my kid’s dry rejoinder, and with a patience that was earned by Shay giving his uncle crap, I queried, “What do you want to eat, Conor?”
“Why are you even here?” Declan groused. “You have plenty of food at home.”
Before he could grumble much further, the buzzer rang. He looked at me, and I looked at him and shrugged. “I don’t know who it is. Not like I know anyone here anymore.”
Well, I did, but I highly doubted Mom would feel comfortable coming to an O’Donnelly’s penthouse. Even if her daughter and grandson were living in it.
