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My lips curved. “I can believe it. Did Conor help you get shit sorted with Liam’s finances?”
“He did. Got it all back. Liam actually thanked me. Thought there was a great big hole about to open up beneath my feet. He should be here, but it’s the playoffs.”
“I get it. I bet a couple grand on him, so he’d better win.”
Beaming from ear to ear, he tugged on his tie. “Thanks to you as well, son. Appreciate the help with my finances. Feels good to be in a new suit that I bought.”
“My pleasure.” I clapped him on the back. “Okay, I’m going to go check on the groom.”
“He’s nervous she ain’t gonna show up.”
“Why?”
“Some hairstylist ran wailing out of the mansion or something after Lena waded into the fray. Savvie called him and said if he didn’t get his ma off her back there wouldn’t be a wedding.” He wafted a hand. “You know, the usual shit.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, usual around here.” Before I left, I told him, “Think about it, Paddy. New York’s home, and Jen’s here…”
“Liam’s in Quebec though.” He looked torn. “I will think about it, Finn. Don’t mistake me for being ungrateful.”
I shrugged and squeezed his shoulder in a farewell, wondering if Conor was likely to get Liam transferred to NYC whether he wanted to move or not…
Aidan was sinking back a shot of whiskey when I found him; Brennan and Declan were as well. Conor was seated at the piano in the room and was playing—
I rolled my eyes. “Ozzy Osbourne shouldn’t be played on the piano, Kid.”
He paused to flip me the bird then continued playing.
“Heard it’s chaos here today,” I said to the room.
“Savannah’s gone ape shit,” Declan agreed.
“Can’t say that I blame her. Ma never did know when to butt out,” Eoghan said as he wandered into the room, handing me a bottle of beer.
With a nod of thanks, I took a sip as he sank down on the sofa while we watched Aidan limp from one side of the room to the other.
“She’s not going to cancel,” I told him. “She spent too long getting this place how she wants it.”
“Aidan, want me to go and deal with Ma?” Brennan asked, getting to his feet and fastening his topcoat.
He’d been taking his role of best man deadly serious. That was the only reason I didn’t tell them that Lena had Jake to distract her now.
“If Savvie doesn’t calm the fuck down, then yeah, please.” He scrubbed a hand over his hair. “I’ll fucking kill Ma if she wrecks this for me. Best thing that ever fucking happens to me and she decides to get in my bride’s face because the dress has a deep V and it’s the wrong color.”
“I won’t let her, bro,” Brennan soothed, grabbing Aidan’s shoulder and squeezing it.
“I think you should tell us your speech, Bren,” Conor mused. “Let’s make sure there aren’t too many curse words in it.”
He squinted at Kid. “You looking to pick a fight?”
The smile dancing on his younger brother’s lips confirmed Con was up to something.
It was like being around a communist dictator—Orwell was probably doing the fucking tango in his grave.
Aidan shot Brennan an alarmed look. “What the fuck does it say? Don’t embarrass me in front of my in-laws, Bren. Jesus. They’re already marrying into the mob and that meeting with Da didn’t exactly go down well—”
Bren’s ears turned pink. “Look, it’s okay.”
“Nah, you’re blushing,” Declan mocked. “That means we need to hear it to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself.”
