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“I’ll be better when we’re in London and the funeral is almost over.”
He grimaced his understanding. “Makes sense. Until then, whatever Aoife can say about Ma, she can’t argue that her roasted chicken isn't the best in the tristate area.”
Though I snickered, as we stepped toward the house, him flicking the alarm on his ride over his shoulder, I drawled, “Aoife said very little about your mother.”
“That’s because she’s too kind for her own good.”
“Probably for the best in a family like yours.”
“Ours,” he corrected, which made me bite my lip.
“Ours,” I repeated though I cleared my throat before and after I said it. “Next time, I’ll bring Kat, yeah?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
“I’d have brought her with us today if it weren’t for the fact it’d disrupt her schedule, seeing as we’re leaving for the UK tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to explain—”
I sucked in a breath. “Sure I do. We’re a team. We make decisions together.”
His smile made the concession worth it. “Then I agree that you made the right decision. Though I think she’ll enjoy our meals.”
“Why? Because Seamus is here?”
It was his turn to snicker. “Yes.”
The door opened to reveal an ever-dramatic Savannah standing in the doorway.
I watched as my sister/friend strode toward me in too-high heels. “She should have been on the stage.”
“She does channel Glee energy, doesn’t she?” he teased.
“Is there a reason you haven’t answered my texts yet?” Vana shrieked.
My brow furrowed. “You haven’t texted.”
“My old texts.”
I rolled my eyes. “Who the fuck has the time to answer old messages, Savannah O’Donnelly?”
“You do. If you want me to send you any in the future.”
“Are you being serious?”
“Uh, yes. I want a reply to each one.”
“Can they be emojis?”
“Sure but hurry it the hell up. I have a backlog of TikToks to send you.”
I gaped at her. “Then I won’t hurry up. You think I have time for TikTok?”
“You need to make time. I swear I posted a video on there yesterday and it went viral, Star. That shit about Congressman Tully’s foot fetish has been liked by nearly eighteen million people. The conversation is happening and we’re not even steering the press.”
“I’m sure Tully’s grateful about that.”
“His wife has feet too. He could worship them instead of a hooker’s in Nevada.”
