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My eyes lit up. “Mack?”

“Nope.”

“Rambo?”

“Nope.”

“Charlie?”

“No one from our year, Aoife.”

“Who then?”

“Patrick.”

“Patrick?” My brow furrowed in confusion. “Who the hell is… Oh my god.” My eyes widened to saucers. “That lad from the Tommen party?”

Grinning, she bit down on her lip and nodded. “Not too shabby for a girl from Elk’s, huh?”

“Wait.” I choked out a surprised laugh. “Isn’t he, like, a fourth year?”

“He’s seventeen and in fifth year. And like you can talk.” She laughed back. “Isn’t your baby daddy younger than you?”

“Oh yeah, by three whole months.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m the ultimate cougar.”

“Yeah, well, enjoy sitting your ass on the couch tonight growing your cub, because I am going on the prowl.”

“Hey, don’t diss the couch life,” I grumbled. “Where’s he taking you?”

“The back seat of his car, if he’s lucky.”

“Wow. Make him work for it, why don’t you?”

“Stem the bitchy pregnancy hormones, unvirginal Mary.”

“I’m more virginal than you,” I huffed. “At least I’ve only had one dick inside of me.”

“Yeah.” She snorted. “One unprotected, overproductive dick.”

I grinned. “I’d take his dick any day over Sticky Dicky.”

“Hey now, don’t knock Sticky Dicky.” She waggled her brows. “It’s not all about the size of the boat, Aoife. It’s the motion in the ocean.”

“Whore.”

“Blasphemy.” She feigned a gasp. “Who’s the one living in sin here? For shame, Molloy. What would Sister Alphonsus say if she saw you now? Tut-tut.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with us, isn’t there?”

“Probably,” she agreed with a laugh. “I blame you.”

“And I blame you.”

“So, Joey was really okay about the baby, huh?” she asked, sobering her features as she toed on a pair of six-inch heels. “He was supportive?”

“He took it so well, Case.” I blew out a breath. “I was so scared about how he would react.”

“Nah, I knew he’d stick by you.” She waved a hand around aimlessly. “Say what you want about that boy, but he’s good with kids.”

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