“I, uh…” I began to say, only to stagger sideways when I was jolted by a rogue elbow to the back. “Watch your fucking arms,” Johnny warned the lads behind us. “Jesus bleeding Christ. Here.” Catching ahold of my hand, he positioned me between him and the counter. “I’ll protect you, Shannon like the river.” He held my hand. Johnny Kavanagh actually put my hand in his.
Ahhhhhh
