Feeling better but still afraid to hope, Jeremy stood. “Yes, sir.”
As they walked slowly back toward his house, Seamus glanced at him curiously. “Speaking of secrets, did you know about Stephen and Natasha?”
“Never had a clue.” And he should have.
Seamus whistled. “That is a long damn time to keep something like that from us. Kind of blows my advice all to hell, doesn’t it?”
“You didn’t know either?”
Shaking his head, Seamus said, “Just because we’re twins doesn’t mean we’re connected at the hip, and we must have been standing in the other line when they were handing out psychic bonds. Stephen plays things pretty close to the vest—the stronger he feels, the less you know.” He shrugged. “I’m more upset with myself to be honest. Apparently, I’m the only Finn brother not doing something exciting or scandalous enough to lie about. How sad is that?”
Jeremy’s smile was rueful. “There’s always tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow I’ll still have four kids, a family business and a life full of to-do lists. Doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for bad behavior.”
“You’re a Finn. You’ll find a way.”
And Jeremy would have a lot of free time on his hands now that needed to be filled. Maybe he could babysit.