slid in between the bread. I loved to make a messy egg sandwich and bite from it with a bit of sausage between bites.
“Why doesn’t it surprise me you haven’t had a decent meal? They’re not here long so if you ever want a home-cooked breakfast or dinner, you know where to come, okay?” Grandma remarked before she patted my right hand.
“Thanks, Ma.”
Her blue-gray eyes watered a bit before she grabbed a napkin and dabbed at her eyes. “You have grown into a beautiful young woman, and no doubt Finn has seen you again. How did that go?”
I rolled my eyes as I bit into my sandwich. “He wanted to devour me but Mom says I have to get myself taken care of before we can you-know-what. She’s not ready to be a grandmother.”
“Silly cow, what the hell does she think she is now? It makes no difference if Kieran is adopted out to her brother—he’s still her grandson . She’s always been like that. She wasn’t ready to be a mother either. Why do you think you spent the first eight years here? Her career was the most important thing in her life. Now look at her, embarrassing herself with that young man. For God’s sake, the guy is only five years older than her nephew.”
“I suppose if she’s happy then who are we to criticize, right?”
“You’re just the same. She’s lucky to have you as a daughter. You always look at life in the best terms. Yes, you’ve made some mistakes but what young person doesn’t? You were in love, and it’s plain as day you still are.”
Grandma and I were suddenly interrupted with the sound of clicking heels against the hardwood.
Someone whistled. “Wow, look who’s back in town. Hey, Grandma. How are you doin’ you little silly cow?”
I turned and faced my cousin and Dylan’s youngest sister, Fiona. “Nice to see you again too.”
“W ho said it was nice to see ya? What are you doing here?” Fiona inquired as she placed her hands on slender hips.
I could admit this now that we were more or less the same age but when we were kids, I was jealous of Fiona. She was such a beautiful woman and completely Irish with beauty that would make most men cry.
She had long, dark brown hair, which ended at lower back, bright cornflower blue eyes, and perfect Irish features. She was a better-looking Emily Blunt if that was possible. Her body was still slim with large, high-sitting C-cup breasts and a flat stomach. She wore a short red skirt and a white halter-top that looked like purchases from some cheap store like Hot Topic or Forever 21 but even though her clothes were inexpensive and Chinese-made, they molded to her perfect figure.
Fortunately, despite her promiscuity and rampant drug use, her alabaster skin was perfect except for a brand new bruise, which was turning purple on her upper arm. She was accompanied by her best friend, Chloe, a surly redhead with a smattering of freckles but still equally beautiful as Fiona.
“Want some breakfast, dears?” Grandma inquired as she got up while Fiona and Chloe sat down at the table.
“That would be great, Grandma,” Fiona replied as her blue eyes glared angrily into mine. “Anyway, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Where’d you get that nice little souvenir on your arm?” I inquired out loud.
“That fuckin’ Jig she dates,” Chloe responded in anger.
“He’s only half-black—it’s not his fault his mom fucked some Caribbean bastard. He’s as Irish as you and me. After all, he’s from Belfast,” Fiona snapped.
I laughed out loud. “Oh…my…God. You are seriously not dating Brandon Cleary?”
“Yeah, so what? He works with your boyfriend,” Chloe interrupted. “You should know they are business partners since he doesn’t trust anyone other than Dylan if they aren’t from the home country. That was pretty funny when they came back from Ireland, and the immigration officer thought Brandon’s Irish passport was a fake. He had to really to turn up his Northern Irish accent. He
“Why doesn’t it surprise me you haven’t had a decent meal? They’re not here long so if you ever want a home-cooked breakfast or dinner, you know where to come, okay?” Grandma remarked before she patted my right hand.
“Thanks, Ma.”
Her blue-gray eyes watered a bit before she grabbed a napkin and dabbed at her eyes. “You have grown into a beautiful young woman, and no doubt Finn has seen you again. How did that go?”
I rolled my eyes as I bit into my sandwich. “He wanted to devour me but Mom says I have to get myself taken care of before we can you-know-what. She’s not ready to be a grandmother.”
“Silly cow, what the hell does she think she is now? It makes no difference if Kieran is adopted out to her brother—he’s still her grandson . She’s always been like that. She wasn’t ready to be a mother either. Why do you think you spent the first eight years here? Her career was the most important thing in her life. Now look at her, embarrassing herself with that young man. For God’s sake, the guy is only five years older than her nephew.”
“I suppose if she’s happy then who are we to criticize, right?”
“You’re just the same. She’s lucky to have you as a daughter. You always look at life in the best terms. Yes, you’ve made some mistakes but what young person doesn’t? You were in love, and it’s plain as day you still are.”
Grandma and I were suddenly interrupted with the sound of clicking heels against the hardwood.
Someone whistled. “Wow, look who’s back in town. Hey, Grandma. How are you doin’ you little silly cow?”
I turned and faced my cousin and Dylan’s youngest sister, Fiona. “Nice to see you again too.”
“W ho said it was nice to see ya? What are you doing here?” Fiona inquired as she placed her hands on slender hips.
I could admit this now that we were more or less the same age but when we were kids, I was jealous of Fiona. She was such a beautiful woman and completely Irish with beauty that would make most men cry.
She had long, dark brown hair, which ended at lower back, bright cornflower blue eyes, and perfect Irish features. She was a better-looking Emily Blunt if that was possible. Her body was still slim with large, high-sitting C-cup breasts and a flat stomach. She wore a short red skirt and a white halter-top that looked like purchases from some cheap store like Hot Topic or Forever 21 but even though her clothes were inexpensive and Chinese-made, they molded to her perfect figure.
Fortunately, despite her promiscuity and rampant drug use, her alabaster skin was perfect except for a brand new bruise, which was turning purple on her upper arm. She was accompanied by her best friend, Chloe, a surly redhead with a smattering of freckles but still equally beautiful as Fiona.
“Want some breakfast, dears?” Grandma inquired as she got up while Fiona and Chloe sat down at the table.
“That would be great, Grandma,” Fiona replied as her blue eyes glared angrily into mine. “Anyway, what the hell are you doing here?”
“Where’d you get that nice little souvenir on your arm?” I inquired out loud.
“That fuckin’ Jig she dates,” Chloe responded in anger.
“He’s only half-black—it’s not his fault his mom fucked some Caribbean bastard. He’s as Irish as you and me. After all, he’s from Belfast,” Fiona snapped.
I laughed out loud. “Oh…my…God. You are seriously not dating Brandon Cleary?”
“Yeah, so what? He works with your boyfriend,” Chloe interrupted. “You should know they are business partners since he doesn’t trust anyone other than Dylan if they aren’t from the home country. That was pretty funny when they came back from Ireland, and the immigration officer thought Brandon’s Irish passport was a fake. He had to really to turn up his Northern Irish accent. He
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