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“That’s too bad,” Lucy says.
Too bad because you want me to stay and kiss you?
I think that’s wishful thinking on my part.
“I better head home for a few minutes of peace before the O’Rourke tornado hits my house.”
She laughs. “They’re awesome, though.”
I smile. “They really are. I love having them here, but I miss the silence too.”
“You’re welcome to borrow my porch anytime you need to.”
“Thank you. Rogan is leaving for his trip soon, so things will settle down some.”
“Good luck in your game. And happy early New Year,” she says.
“Thanks. Happy early New Year to you too, fiancée.” I wink. Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you for everything tonight.”
She covers my mouth with her finger. “Don’t say another word about it.”
I briefly take hold of her hand and give it a gentle squeeze, then press a kiss to her palm. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Niall.” She closes the door behind me, and I wait until I hear the lock clicking into place before I leave the porch.
It’s after one in the morning, and the neighborhood is quieter than ever. I pause in my front yard, tipping my head back, and look up at the bright stars in the sky. Of all the places in the world where I could be, I’m glad I’m here and that I met Lucy.
I’ve barely had ten minutes to myself when Rogan and Maeve come home.
“That club sucked. It was all older people,” Maeve complains.
“Older people being around your age, bro,” Rogan says. “I like older women, so it wasn’t a problem for me. But our sister kept cock-blocking me every time I tried to start anything.”
“You’re welcome. I saved you from an STD with that last one. She looked trashy as hell.”
“Trashy women need love too,” I say, and Rogan high-fives me.
“Excuse me for having standards,” she says.
“Where were your standards when you dated that asshole Paul?” Rogan asks.
“Before the two of you tear each other apart, I thought you’d like to know, I spoke to Lucy, and she agreed to the arrangement.”
Maeve dances around excitedly. “Congratulations.”
“Did you put the O’Rourke charm to work?” Rogan asks.
If literally crying on her shoulder counts as being charming.
I nod. “Something like that.”
CHAPTER 15
NIALL
Our hockey stickscrack together as we fight for the puck along the edge of the boards. “You’re a has-been,” Adams taunts while jabbing the top end of his stick into my ribs.
“That’s not what your mother was saying last night.” I pop the puck free and skate away, smirking. “All night long.”
