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“You’re a good boy, Conor.”
I winked at her. “That’s not what Star says.”
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CONOR
With a bored tone, Eoghan drawled, “Why am I here again?”
“Because if I have to suffer, then you two dipshits can as well.”
My lips twitched. “It’s not that bad when they aren’t playing.”
Eoghan frowned. “That makes no sense.”
“You haven’t seen them play,” I retorted.
“They’re atrocious,” Declan confirmed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stared at the stadium around him. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“Hey, I’m not making you do anything,” I retorted.
“Technically, that’s a lie,” Eoghan demurred. “Aren’t you the one who told Aidan about PSN?”
“I still think that sounds like a treatment for erectile dysfunction.”
“Maybe if it was PNS,” I said with a chuckle. “Otherwise, that’s a Freudian slip if ever I heard one. You need to talk about some bedroom problems, little bro?”
“Fuck off. The only problem I have are you fuckers trying to mess with my life. How the hell is it that the only brother who doesn’t like sports, the only one of us who was relieved not to have to fake it anymore now that Da’s dead, is the one who has to talk about goddamn soccer on a sports network?!”
“Life isn’t fair,” Eoghan concurred.
“He’s right. Your life is so hard, Dec.”
He scowled at us both. “I’d prefer it if you sounded more genuine.”
I grinned. “Have you heard yourself?”
“Whining like a little bitch,” Eoghan agreed as he scanned his notifications.
Declan huffed. “You’re not the ones on the brink of making complete asses of themselves while discussing shit you have zero interest in to people who actually know what they’re talking about!”
“That’s true,” Eoghan said. “But hey, Con, we get to watch the humiliation live.”
“That’s why I woke you up. Knew you’d get a kick out of it.”
“I’m glad my misery will put a smile on your face,” Dec groused, but he sounded less sincere than before. More hopeful. Not about the misery, but about the smile on Eoghan’s face.
He’d been more of a miserable ass than usual.
Before either of us could reply, the TV staff, who’d been setting up around us, approached Declan.
As they shuffled him in front of the cameras, I elbowed Eoghan in the side. “Hey, did you know this place has the same groundskeeper as the Yankees?”
“You say that like it’s a good thing!”
His aghast tone had me snickering. “It’s the only good thing about this team. Oh, and they have the highest-grossing concession stand in the MLS.”
“We overpaid, didn’t we?”
