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“How’s school?” I ask.
He shrugs. “It’s school.”
“Are you studying?” Maeve asks.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to, sis.” He grins back at us from the phone’s screen.
Maeve stares at him with excited eyes. “I wanted to tell you my good news. I got a job as the personal assistant to the owner of the Coyotes.”
Rogan lets out a whoop. “Congratulations! That’s incredible.”
“Tell me about it. I’m so excited for this opportunity. Maybe my college degree wasn’t a waste after all.”
“Of course it wasn’t,” I say.
“Oh, college is definitely a waste,” Rogan says. “But at least you got a solid job with potential for advancement.”
“I feel so grown up now. I’m gonna need to buy some new clothes. Lucy, will you help me?”
“Sure. I’m great at spending other people’s money,” I say.
“I hate to cut this short, but I have plans,” Rogan says. “Maeve, I’m so fucking happy for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Lucy, it’s always a pleasure to see your beautiful face.” He winks.
“Behave,” I call out.
He rolls his eyes, then smiles at us. “Talk soon.
Maeve waves at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He hangs up and the screen goes black.
“That was nice,” I say. “I miss that jokester.”
“So do I. He drives me crazy sometimes, but I wish he went to school nearby.”
We hear the front door open and then close before Niall comes into the living room. “Hi,” he greets us both, but his smile is only for me.
“Hi, bro. I’ll be in my room making a call.”
“Hey, how was your day?” I ask.
“Long.” He walks over and drops next to me on the couch. He leans his head on my shoulder. “I’m so tired and hungry.”
“If you can stay awake long enough to eat dinner, I made you steak tips and mashed potatoes.”
He groans. “You’re a lifesaver.”
Standing, I hold my hand out to him. “Come on. Let’s get you fed.”
“You might have to pull me up. I think I’m stuck here.” He smiles tiredly.
I tug on his hand and he pushes off the couch, rising. I don’t let go of him as we walk to the kitchen. I point to a barstool. “Sit down.”
He slips onto the seat, slouching over the island. I grab his plate from the oven, where it’s been keeping warm, and place it in front of him. I walk away to get a fork and knife for him, and when I return he’s eating the steak with his fingers.
