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“Why would she when she knows I’ll be an O’Donnelly eventually?”
“You’re not stringing him along?”
I groaned. “We’re not back to you being protective, are we?”
“I’m just watching out for my kid brother,” he retorted, giving me the side-eye.
“Why would I be stringing him along?”
“Because he’s helping you with your ‘mission.’”
This time, it was me giving him the side-eye, and mine was loaded with stink. “You’re not ruining my day, Brennan O’Donnelly. I just realized that your brother stopped giving me heartburn and I’m not letting you spoil my epiphany.”
“Heartburn?” he repeated, his brow puckering. “He gave you heartburn?”
I wafted a hand. “Never mind.”
“Hell, no. I’m curious now. Why does he give you heartburn?”
“I said he’d stopped giving it to me.”
“Why did he give it to you in the first place?”
“Because he always knows how to say the right thing and it’s so beautiful it hurts. But I’ve gotten used to it. So now there’s no hurt, just…” I mumbled into the bottle. “…good feelings.”
“Good feelings. Damn, Kid must have some patience.”
“Why must I?”
I twisted around and found Conor standing in the doorway. He must have gone back to the kitchen because he had two croissants in his hand. As he strolled over to me, I wasn’t surprised that one had ham and cheese in it—my preference.
“Because she’s a piece of work, that’s why.”
“Your brother is wearing Eau de Camille,” I countered.
Conor’s nose crinkled. “Jesus, Brennan, there are kids around.”
“So? They don’t come near me.”
“That’s because you frighten them all away,” I retorted.
Brennan snickered. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing. I’ll like children that come out of Camille. That’s it. The rest, I’ll tolerate.”
“You can’t just tolerate your nieces and nephews,” Conor pointed out.
“I’ll go to war for them, but I don’t have to like them,” Brennan argued. “And you can’t make me change my mind about that.”
Conor shook his head. “You gonna kiss your mother with that mouth? Ma just arrived with Paddy.”
He cursed under his breath but scurried off to clean up.
“Momma’s boy,” I called out, earning myself the bird he flipped my way.
Conor curved his arm around my shoulder. “Did he give you a rough time?”
“No more than usual.”
“I don’t know why you seek him out.”
