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“The lad who’s just a guy you know with a car.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to talk to him.”

“Why do you want to talk to him?”

I gave Tony a knowing look and said, “Because I want to talk to the fucker offering to take my baby sister home in his car, that’s why.”

Tony nodded his approval.

“Hey, this is Johnny,” came a male voice with a thick Dublin accent down the line a moment later.

“That’s no boy,” Tony mouthed accusingly, gaping at the phone. “That’s a fucking man’s voice.”

“I know,” I mouthed back. “Shut up and let me think.”

Tony held his hands up in submission.

“Johnny,” I said coolly, making an effort to use my most threatening tone of voice. “I hear you know Shannon.”

“Yeah, I know your sister,” he replied, tone impeccably polite.

“So, is it just Johnny from Tommen, or do ya have a last name?”

“Kavanagh.”

“The rugby player?” Tony and I both asked in unison.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Well, shit,” my boss mouthed, eyes wide with excitement. “The lad from the Academy?”

If this hotshot fucker had taken time out of his rigid schedule to drive her home, then my baby sister had made more than just waves at Tommen. She’d summoned a goddamn tsunami.

“I saw your last game with the U18s,” I heard myself say. “You were class.”

“Thanks, it was a strong performance all round,” he replied—again with the polite bullshit.

“You’re heading for the U20’s tour with the Irish squad in May, aren’t ya?”

“Probably.”

“Ask him for a few tickets,” Tony mouthed, nudging my arm.

“I can’t do that,” I mouthed back, glaring at him.

“Do it.”

“No.”

“Ask him.”

“No.”

“Do it for your boss.”

“No.”

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