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“I like him.”
“I don’t get it. I like him but I have to.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I do. He’s Brennan.”
“There’s no logic there.”
He shrugged. “Brennan would help me when I had nightmares. He’d take a beating from Da so I didn’t get into trouble. He’d kill someone for me if I asked. So yeah, I have to.”
“Which is why I like him. Because even without knowing that, my gut clued me in. He gives me a hard time because he loves you. He’s just fucking bad at showing it.”
Conor’s grin was lopsided. “He is, isn’t he?”
We shared that grin before we turned our attention back to the pool.
Lyra was sitting under a parasol, patiently allowing Troy to apply sunscreen while Kat sneaked behind her and dive-bombed into the water, soaking them both through.
“Goddammit, Katina!” she yelled as she spun around to glower at my daughter. “How many times do I have to tell you? Lyra burns—”
Lyra didn’t hang around. She dive-bombed into the pool too and landed a few feet away from Kat.
Troy somehow managed to spot me through the window and, glowering, she raised a hand, pointed two fingers at her eyes, then pointed them at me.
“Did she just do that?”
I snorted. “She thinks she’s De Niro.”
“She’s scarier than him in Taxi Driver.”
“Give her a mohawk and sure, I can see it.”
“Your daughter’s a menace,” Savannah declared as she stepped into the room from the French doors that led onto the pool area.
“Of course she is. She’s mine.”
“You always know how to make an entrance, Savvie,” Conor praised affectionately.
Dressed in a cotton cape and wearing a massive sun hat, big shades, and a bright-blue bikini, Vana was definitely dramatically attired.
“She got my hat wet. I was more impressive without the floppy hat.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
“That’s hardly the point.” She strode over to the pair of us. “Lyra’s a sweetheart.”
“In comparison to my menace?”
“You said it. Not me. Did you hear about that brothel in Queens that got raided—”
“Oh, no,” Conor argued. “No shop talk. We’re allowed two days off, Savannah!”
She sniffed. “The news cycle stops for no man. You two are boring.”
“Aoife’s in the kitchen. She’ll listen to you,” I called after her, smirking as she unknowingly mimicked Brennan and flipped me the bird from behind.
“I’m glad the brothel got shut down.”
