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I blinked. “Owe you one, Shay.”
He grinned at me before he hurried down the hallway and away from us both, clearly avoiding Ma.
She had a tendency to pinch his cheek whenever he was near, so I wasn’t altogether surprised he was getting the fuck out of Dodge.
“Scared of a clipped ear?” Conor taunted, smoothing his fingers over his hair.
“You fucking know it.” Ma's fingers were like pincers.
“Bren?” Ma demanded as she made an appearance around the corner—Shay really had spared my ass. Well, my ears.
“What, Ma?”
“Have you seen Mary Catherine?”
“Why would I?” I grumbled with a frown.
“Didn’t she leave a few hours ago?” Conor replied.
Ma did the weirdest thing.
She didn’t look at him.
Or answer him.
She stared straight at me.
Conor noticed as well. He straightened up, not accustomed to being ignored by our folks.
For some reason, though he was the middle child, he was treated like he was the baby of the family.
We had a peculiar dynamic, that was for sure. Eoghan, while the youngest, wasn't nicknamed 'Kid.' That moniker belonged to Con.
“You should know where she is," Ma groused. "Aren’t you on security today?”
I frowned at her. “Conor just said he thought she left.”
“Well, where is she? Where did she go? Her mother’s worried.”
Turning to Con, I shot him a look, wondering what the fuck was going on even as I asked, “You see where she went?”Had I asked a more stupid fucking question in my life?
Was this Telephone and we were in third grade?
“No,” he said slowly, his gaze never once meeting mine, just focused on Ma. “I saw her get into a taxi. Savannah was talking to her so I didn’t think anything was wrong. Plus, the kid was crying. I thought she was taking her home.”
"Ain't the kid a boy?"
Con shrugged. "All I know is the little bastard cried a lot. With pipes like that, I wasn't about to get closer to the noise to find out whether it was a dude or not."
Chuckling, I said, “There you go, Ma. You have your answer. She got in a taxi and went home.”
She huffed. “Aren’t you going to look into it?”
“No?” I countered, even more perplexed. “Why would I?”
A harrumph escaped her, and she swarmed by, muttering under her breath, “If you want something done properly, do it yourself.”
“Whoa. What the fuck did you do?”
