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“I don’t remember that rule,” Niall mutters loud enough for me to hear.
This ought to be a fun night.
CHAPTER 9
NIALL
Great.The object of my late-night musings is here, and she’s staying for dinner. God fucking forbid my siblings fill me in on who they invite tomyhouse. Instead, I find out on the spot, seeming like a grumpy asshole—which I can be. But my reaction tonight has more to do with surprise than displeasure.
Following Maeve and Lucy to the kitchen allows me to check out my intriguing neighbor’s backside. Covered by tight denim, her heart-shaped ass looks even better than I remember.
Maeve takes the gift bags from Lucy, setting them on the island.
“Hey, Rogan,” Lucy calls out.
He turns away from the stove to pull her into his arms.
What the hell is this?
“Here she is. The older woman who’s stolen my heart,” he says, making me scowl.
Lucy laughs and pushes free of his arms. “With age comes wisdom. Your schoolboy blarney is wasted on me.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he says.
“All right, Rogan. Leave our guest alone,” I tell him.
Lucy briefly touches my arm. “It’s okay. He’s harmless.”
“Don’t be so sure about that,” I warn.
“I don’t know that annoying someone to death should be considered harmless,” Maeve adds.
Rogan playfully hip-checks her. “It’s not possible. I’ve tried that with you, and you’re still breathing.”
Maeve swings her elbow back into Rogan’s stomach. “That’s for being an asshole.”
I shake my head. “Did you both forget we have a guest? Can you pretend to be civilized while Lucy’s here?” I ask.
“Sorry, bestie,” Maeve says.
Bestie?
My siblings have only been here for a few days, and I can’t keep track of what’s happening with them.
“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” Rogan adds.
“No apologies necessary,” Lucy says. “Something smells delicious. What are you making?” she asks.
“Lasagna and garlic bread,” he says.
“I haven’t had lasagna in ages,” she tells him.
I’m trying to think of something to say to draw her warm brown eyes away from my brother and place them on me. But my brain isn’t cooperating.
“Lasagna is a Christmas Eve staple in the O’Rourke house. We used to take turns helping our mom,” Rogan says.
Maeve flips her thumb toward our brother. “We flipped a coin to see who was cooking, and he lost.”
